
Miral sat on Samarth’s lap, watching cartoons on his phone as he gently stroked her hair. When her glucose bottle ran out, the doctor quietly left to avoid disturbing her, knowing Samarth’s protectiveness.
Taking the phone, Samarth said, “Time to sleep, my little one.” Miral protested, “No! I want to see the cat! Give it back!”






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