𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗲𝗱𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

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I looked at my one-year-old daughter, Ovi, who was gazing back at me with a mischievous smile. She had just broken a flower pot, and the scattered pieces lay on the floor around her. I couldn't help but shake my head at the sight. Despite the mess, her innocent face and sparkling eyes made it hard to be upset.

I picked her up, and she laughed, wrapping her tiny arms around my neck and planting a wet kiss on my cheek. "Mumma ko pareshan karne me maza aata hai aapko?" I asked, a smile spreading across my face. She giggled in response, her eyes twinkling with joy. I placed her gently on the couch before crouching down to clean up the broken pieces of the pot.

The shards were sharp, and I was careful not to cut myself as I collected them and threw them into the dustbin. After washing my hands, I went to the kitchen to cut some fruit for both of us. "Ovi, don't do this again," I said, glancing over at her. She smiled and blabbered in her baby voice, as if she understood every word I said.

I couldn't help but chuckle at her earnest attempt to communicate.Sitting down on the couch, I put Ovi on my lap. She snuggled close, and I kissed her forehead. "Sirf aap hi hai humari iss choti si duniya me. Apke siva aur koi nahi hai humara," I whispered. It was true; she was my everything.

Balancing work and taking care of Ovi on my own was challenging, but her laughter and love made it all worthwhile. Each day was a new adventure, filled with small moments of joy and discovery. I loved watching her grow and learn, even if it meant dealing with the occasional broken pot or spilled milk.

"Ovi, you know, when you smile like that, all my worries disappear," I said, gently stroking her soft hair. She looked up at me with her big, curious eyes, and I felt a surge of love and protectiveness. "We'll always have each other, no matter what."I fed her small pieces of fruit, which she eagerly gobbled up. It was amazing how much she had grown in just a year.

Her tiny hands grasped at the fruit, and she made adorable little sounds as she chewed. I couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm. "Do you like the apples, Ovi?" I asked. She nodded vigorously, her mouth too full to speak. "Good, because they're good for you." I laughed softly, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me.As we sat there, enjoying our simple snack, I thought about how much my life had changed since Ovi was born.

It hadn't been easy, but every challenge had brought us closer together. We were a team, and I knew that as long as we had each other, we could face anything.Ovi started to squirm on my lap, and I realized she wanted to explore. I set her down gently, watching as she toddled off to investigate her toys. Her steps were wobbly, but she was determined, and I admired her spirit.

She picked up her favorite stuffed bear and brought it back to me, her eyes shining with pride. "Is that Mr. Bear?" I asked, taking the plush toy from her. She nodded, reaching out to take it back. "Mr. Bear is very lucky to have you as a friend, Ovi."We played together for a while, building towers with her colorful blocks and knocking them down, much to her delight.

Her laughter was infectious, and I found myself forgetting all my worries. In these moments, nothing else mattered except for the joy we shared. "Okay, my little explorer, it's time for a nap," I said after a while. Ovi protested with a pout, but I could see her eyelids drooping. I carried her to her crib, humming a lullaby as I rocked her gently.

She snuggled into her blanket, and within minutes, she was fast asleep.I watched her for a few moments, my heart swelling with love. "I promise to always protect you, my sweet girl," I whispered, kissing her forehead once more. "You are my everything."

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