My betu, your voice—it’s deep, soft, hauntingly tender—the kind that seeps into the soul and refuses to leave, wrapping every broken piece of me in warmth I never knew I needed. My little goddess, every laugh, every word, every tiny gesture of yours has become a rhythm I can’t stop listening to, a pulse that keeps me tethered even when the nights feel endless and lonely. My devi, I swear I want to save you from everything that could hurt you, everything that could take away even a fraction of your happiness, and I would fight every shadow in the world just to see you safe and smiling. I don’t say it enough, but you are my quiet prayer, my little piece of heaven, my warmth in the cold, my heart in human form. And though the miles stretch between us, I feel you in every corner of my mind, every beat of my chest, every whispered hope I carry into the dark. You are my gudiya raani, my doll, my betu, my little goddess, my devi—each name a piece of my heart reserved only for you, each thought of you a reminder that distance is nothing when souls are tied. ✨
In moonlit shadows, your light still glows,
Through whispered storms, my devotion grows,
My gudiya, in your presence, my heart knows
Happy birthday once again darling
