"Brinda, beta, have you packed everything you'll need for the hospital?" Her mother-in-law asked, her voice laced with gentle concern.
Tomorrow was Brinda's due date, and the air crackled with anticipation. They were making sure nothing was forgotten – the comfortable clothes toiletries, and most importantly, the small, hand-knitted blanket Brinda had lovingly prepared for her baby.
There are many days when I get so lost in these worlds that I choose to spend my time writing instead of focusing on my studies. It is a big risk to put my stories before my studies, and in a way, I am betting a piece of my future on these pages. However, the joy of sharing these chapters with you makes that risk feel worth it. Your support helps me stay independent and proves that all the hard work I put into my writing is truly valued. Thank you for helping me turn my passion into something real.
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