The stillness of the night was shattered by Viraj's soft, whimpering cry. Brinda's eyes fluttered open, her maternal instincts instantly alert. She sat up, her gaze instinctively falling upon Samrat, who lay turned away, his back to her. She rose quietly, her movements fluid and practiced, and walked to Viraj's crib.
"Why is my little prince crying, hmm?" she murmured, her voice a gentle caress.
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