The Rathore mansion glowed with soft golden lights. Strings of marigold and mango leaves swayed gently in the breeze, while the faint sound of shehnai music floated from the courtyard. Today was special—Ivaan’s very first Janmashtami with Aadhya as his “Mumma.”
Shalini had personally supervised every decoration, her excitement unmatched. “This year, it feels different,” she told Devendra with a smile, adjusting the little Krishna idol’s mukut on the swing. “Our home finally feels complete.”
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