The air in the Singh household was thick with the quiet, electric tension of a long-awaited arrival. Avni’s due date loomed just a fortnight away, and every day had become a grueling test of endurance. She felt like a warrior navigating a battlefield; even the simplest acts—fastening her shoes or shifting in bed—required a strategic plan and a helping hand.
Divyansh was her shadow, his devotion manifesting in the smallest, most tender gestures. Night after night, he would sit at the foot of their bed, his hands steady and warm as he massaged her swollen feet with scented oil, his eyes reflecting a depth of love that words couldn't quite capture.
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