WHERE LOVE GROWS

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"Time moved gently in the Bisht mansion, marked not by clocks but by the growing laughter of three little boys who had taken over every corner of the house."

"Ivaan, the eldest by a few minutes, had Darsh's face and Satakshi's soft-hearted nature. He followed his father everywhere—into the office room, the garden, even during meetings if allowed. He was truly, proudly, a daddy's boy."

"Vivaan, with Satakshi's face and Darsh's fiery personality, was the opposite

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"Vivaan, with Satakshi's face and Darsh's fiery personality, was the opposite. He clung to his mother like a shadow—crying if she disappeared from his sight even for a minute. He was stubborn, dramatic, and absolutely affectionate. In short, mumma's boy to the core."

"Miransh, the youngest of the boys, had only one hero in his world— Abhi

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"Miransh, the youngest of the boys, had only one hero in his world— Abhi.
Wherever Abhi went, Miransh toddled behind him with tiny steps. From learning football to eating junk food secretly, Abhi had taught him everything. He was proudly chachu's boy."

The mansion echoed with—

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The mansion echoed with—

• the sound of toy cars racing across the floor,
• Darsh scolding Vivaan while Ivaan tried to defend him,
• Miransh giggling uncontrollably whenever Abhi lifted him in the air,
• Satakshi laughing, exhausted yet glowing as a mother of three boys.

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