The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, painting golden swirls across the marble floor of the Rathore mansion. The warmth of the sun was slowly coaxing the household awake, but in Rudra and Aadhya’s room, the day had already erupted into chaos.
"Mummaaa! Papa cheater!" Ivaan’s small but mighty voice echoed through the room, full of righteous indignation. He stood at the foot of the bed in his dinosaur-print onesie, tiny fists planted firmly on his hips, his brows scrunched together like a pint-sized warrior ready for battle. "You kiss Mumma so many times! Only I kiss Mumma!"
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