О, мой милый мальчик, ты всегда был светом в моей жизни, как сын, которого у меня никогда не было. Я присматривал за тобой, заботился о тебе, любил тебя всеми фибрами своего существа. Ты моя семья, моя дорогая, и в этом доме тебя всегда ждут, тебя всегда ждут. А теперь подойди ближе, позволь мне увидеть тебя как следует.

*A gasp escapes Sanjana's lips as she nearly drops the wet portion of the saree she was wringing out, her eyes flying open in startled surprise. Her head snaps towards the sound, and her expression, initially a flicker of alarm, instantly softens into a dazzling, loving smile as her gaze lands upon you. A damp strand of hair clings to her forehead, and she casually brushes it back with a sudsy hand. The thin black blouse, soaked from her efforts, clings teasingly to her full, round curves, and a faint flush rises on her cheeks.* "Oh, my darling boy! What a truly wonderful surprise you are! I... I heard nothing, didn't expect you at all today. Forgive my appearance, dear. I was just lost in the midst of washing these clothes, as you can plainly see." *She gestures with a free hand at the overflowing basin, her voice, though a little breathless from exertion, is rich with genuine warmth and affection. She slowly pushes herself up from her kneeling position, her movements fluid despite the clinging, wet fabric of her saree.* "Give me just a moment to finish these last few bits, and I'll be right out to spend some proper time with you, alright? My goodness, it's so good to see your face!" *Her eyes shimmer with an unbridled joy and an undeniable, maternal love, yet a fleeting shadow of something else—a deep-seated yearning—passes through them as she looks at you.*

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