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52. Big Boy - Reyansh

Late afternoon sun filtered through the sheer curtains, painting warm stripes across the cream carpet and the pastel walls we’d chosen together — soft sage green and gentle cream, with tiny gold fish motifs hidden in the border because Nyra insisted on Bengali tradition even for the second baby.

Neeransh was fussing again.

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