Author's POV:

Viyaan sat quietly outside the maternity ward, his small frame hunched over, eyes lost in the tiled patterns of the hospital floor. The air was cool, tinged with the sterile scent of antiseptic, and the distant beeping of machines and murmuring voices only heightened the stillness around him. The bright lights above made the sleepless night feel even more surreal. His fingers were cold, interlocked tightly on his lap as he tried to make sense of what had just happened.