The night outside was still, moonlight spilling across the balcony floor like silver paint. The curtains in the bedroom fluttered gently with the soft breeze.
Inside, the room felt warm and quiet because on the bed, curled under a soft blanket, was Nishant. His breathing was slow and steady, his cheeks slightly flushed from sleep, one hand resting protectively over his small baby bump.


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