"Mohabbat aur ishq ke lamhon ka tha ye asar,
Hua ehsaas aakhon me chupi narmi ka,
Kahani toh chuu gayi laakhon dilon ko,
Par khatam hua safar ab Mafia King's innocent biwi ka"

-Vaidehi
(Fictionflare_)

It was around 2 AM, the house silent except for the soft ticking of the clock and the faint sound of crickets outside. In the living room, Ruhanika sat comfortably on the couch, her lap serving as a warm pillow for Ruhaansh, who was fast asleep, his tiny chest rising and falling in a peaceful rhythm. Her gentle hand moved up and down his chest, patting him soothingly even in his sleep, as though her touch alone could protect him from every nightmare.

Beside her, little Rudravika sat with the most dramatic pout on her lips, her tiny arms crossed tightly against her chest. Her big doe eyes, still glistening with the stubbornness of a child, darted towards her mother every now and then as if demanding attention without saying a word. Ruhanika looked at her daughter and smiled lovingly, shaking her head at her princess’s adorable antics. She leaned a little closer and softly caressed Rudravika’s head, brushing her fingers through her silky hair.

Ruhanika: "Viku, beta so jaiye na aap, aapke papa aa jayenge toh hum aapko utha denge"
(Viku, sweetheart, go to sleep now. When your papa comes, I’ll wake you up.)

Rudravika: "Mumma, papa kab aayenge, hume kitchen set khelna tha unke sath, hum kab se inte...in..intejaal kar rahe hai"
(Mumma, when will papa come? We had to play kitchen set with him. We’ve been wai… wai… waiting for so long.)