Samrat pulled the car to a halt. He sprang out and rounded the car, his hand already reaching for Brinda's door. His mother emerged from the opposite side, cradling a tiny bundle wrapped in soft, sky blue cloth. With a gentle reverence, she placed the newborn into Samrat's arms.
Nandini unloaded the bags, while Brinda's mother-in-law offered a steadying hand to Brinda as she stepped out of the car. The journey had been long, and the weight of new motherhood was evident in her weary steps. They all moved towards the main entrance.
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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