The sun cast a warm, golden glow across the living room, where Disha sat on the floor, gently swaying Siddharth in her lap as he clutched her finger, his tiny fist determined not to let go. His wide, innocent eyes gleamed with curiosity, watching his mother with the kind of wonder only a child could have. His soft giggles echoed in the room as Disha leaned down, peppering his face with tender kisses.
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