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.
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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