Author's Pov:
The house was wrapped in that gentle, early-morning quiet where the world still feels soft and half-asleep. The curtains in Siya and Aaransh’s room fluttered lazily with the faintest breeze, letting in slivers of gold sunlight that touched the floor like shy visitors. In the middle of that peaceful glow lay the little family—Siya curled up on her side, her hair spread like silk over the pillow, Aaransh asleep behind her with one protective arm around her waist, and Ruhi tucked comfortably against Siya’s chest, her tiny fingers curled into the fabric of her mother’s nightdress.
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