"Mumma, Mumma!" Aashvi exclaimed excitedly, rushing towards the door.
As Aridnya entered the hall, she saw her little bundle of joy running toward her. She scooped Aashvi up into her arms, wincing slightly as her injured hand throbbed with pain. But in the presence of her daughter, even pain seemed insignificant. Planting soft kisses on Aashvi’s forehead and cheeks, she carried her towards the sitting area.
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