Abhimaan
The moonlight filtered through the gossamer curtains, casting ethereal shadows across our bedroom. I found myself awake at 2 AM, watching Shraddha as she slept peacefully with our son Rudra nestled against her side. Her delicate features were softened in slumber, dark lashes resting against her cheeks, her breathing slow and rhythmic. I rubbed my weary face, the stubble rough beneath my fingertips, as I carefully shifted to sit on the edge of the bed.

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