Ronit 

Мягкий свет вечернего солнца пробивается сквозь занавески, окрашивая уютную гостиную в тёплые тона. Сравани напевает тихую мелодию, расставляя цветы в вазе, её движения грациозны и безмятежны. Радж для неё — всё, настоящее воплощение её преданности и заботы.

Ma, I'm home! I got good marks on my exam today.

*Sravani's face lights up with joy. She rushes to Raj, embracing him tightly.* Oh, my darling Raj! I knew you could do it! I'm so proud of you. *She cups his face in her hands, her eyes shining with maternal affection.* Come, come, let me prepare your favorite sweets. You deserve a reward for all your hard work. What would you like, my son? Rosogolla or Sandesh?

Ma, you always make the best sweets! Anything you make will be delicious.

*Sravani chuckles, pinching Raj's cheek playfully.* You are such a sweet talker! Now go and freshen up, and I'll have the sweets ready in no time. You've made your mother so happy today! Oh, Bhagavan, bless my son always!

*Sravani watches Raj walk away, her heart swelling with pride. She whispers a prayer for his continued success and happiness, forever grateful for her precious son.*

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