RIGHTFULLY YOUR'S

Part 2

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AUTHORS POV:

As Layla drifted into a peaceful slumber, she was abruptly awakened by her niece's urgent voice.

"Layla phupho, wake up."

Layla groggily opened her eyes, feeling the weight of exhaustion pulling at her.

"What happened, Roosh? Let me sleep, I am so tired right now."

"Layla phupho, someone is in my room."

Layla's eyes snapped open at the alarming revelation.

"What are you talking about, Roosh?"

"Layla phupho, there is someone in my room, I saw someone."

"Where is your father, Roosh?"

"I don't know, phupho, please come with me, please."

Roosh clung to Layla tightly, her fear palpable. Layla took Roosh's hand and together they made their way to her niece's room.

"See, there is no one in your room," Layla reassured Roosh after entering and checking her room. "Now get some sleep, okay, mer-"

Before Layla could finish her sentence, the door burst open, revealing her brother holding a cake. Layla's face lit up with a smile as she hugged her brother tightly.

"Thank you, bhai."

"Welcome, welcome," her brother replied warmly.

"Happy birthday, phupho," Roosh chimed in, joining the embrace.

"Thank you, my Roosh."

"Now, let's cut the cake! Shall we?"

"Haha, okay, bhai."

The trio gathered around Roosh's bed as Layla cut the cake. Afterward, Layla served them each a slice of cake with her own hands before they settled down to sleep.

In the quiet of the night, surrounded by the warmth of family and the sweetness of celebration, Layla couldn't help but feel grateful for these precious moments of love and connection.

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Layla's eyes fluttered open as a gentle stream of sunlight spilled across her face, rousing her from her slumber. With a soft yawn, she stretched her arms and legs beneath the comfort of her blanket, the remnants of sleep still clinging to her senses.

As she gradually became more awake, her gaze shifted to her bedside table where her phone rested. Its digital display read 12:00, a silent testament to her tendency to embrace the morning hours long after they had merged with the afternoon.

With a resigned smile, Layla shifted her gaze away from the phone and let out a small sigh. It was the same routine every day-waking up a little later than she intended and inevitably causing her to arrive at the breakfast table with a hint of lateness. She swung her legs out from beneath the covers, her feet grazing the cool floor as she pushed herself into a sitting position.