Author's POV:

In the evening, the house carried a calm warmth, the soft fragrance of sandalwood drifting from the diffuser near the window. The curtains swayed gently with the breeze as the golden rays of the setting sun filtered through, painting soft orange hues across the room. Inside, Viyaan lay asleep, his breathing deep and even, his arm loosely resting over the bedsheet. Beside him, little Vedhvika was curled up with her drawing book, her legs folded under her, her small fingers moving lightly as she sketched. She glanced at her brother every now and then, careful not to disturb him, her lips pursed in concentration.