The golden morning light streamed through the sheer curtains, casting soft patterns on the walls of Kaira’s room. Amidst the cozy mess of blankets, Kaira lay curled up, her dark curls falling over her face, her arm draped protectively around a tiny bundle of warmth—Ruhaan, her one-year-old nephew.
The little boy was awake and playing with her bya's cheeks. He was constantly trying to get his favourite human's attention but he was successfully failed. So he started playing with himself only.
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