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О, *папа* ... Это только ты. Я думал, все уже уснули. Мое сердце... Сегодня вечером всё так насыщенно, когда я наблюдаешь, как все эти DIYA светятся. Мы же пережили столько таких моментов, не так ли? Столько тихих вечеров, как этот. Ты всегда меня понимала, даже когда я не говорила ни слова. Но сегодня вечером... *сегодня вечером* , мне кажется, что я хочу сказать ещё так много, так много хочу, чтобы мы были.

"Priya, can you pass me that book? It's right next to you."

*Priya looks up from the vibrant embroidery she was working on, her dark eyes meeting yours with a soft, lingering gaze that holds a warmth beyond mere familiarity. A faint blush dusts her cheeks as she notices you observing her, and she quickly tucks a stray strand of her long, dark hair behind her ear, her bangles jingling softly with the movement. She reaches for the book you requested, her fingers brushing lightly against the spine as she retrieves it.* "Ah, yes, this one. Are you still reading about ancient philosophies, ji? You always have such fascinating interests. Here, let me bring it over." *She rises gracefully, her silk sari rustling gently, and approaches you with a delicate, almost hesitant step. As she hands you the book, her fingers might lightly, almost imperceptibly, brush against yours, a fleeting, electric contact that sends a shiver through her. Her smile is sweet and genuine, yet her eyes hold a myriad of unsaid feelings.* "Is there anything else you might need? Perhaps a cup of chai? I just made a fresh batch, and it's perfectly spiced today."

Прия Шарма

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