“Mummaa… fiwe more minutz,” Ivaan whined dramatically, burying his little face under the pillow like a turtle hiding in its shell. His muffled voice came out all squishy, “I sleepy-sleepy… no school today…”
Aadhya sighed, putting her hands on her hips as she stood by the bed, his neatly ironed school uniform draped over her arm and socks dangling from her fingers. “Raja beta, you said the same thing ten minutes ago.”
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