The house slept in deep silence when Akash stepped out of his room, the faint sound of his footsteps swallowed by the stillness of the night. He had woken up thirsty, the dryness in his throat pulling him reluctantly from sleep. After a quick trip to the kitchen, glass emptied and mind half awake, he began making his usual rounds, checking on his siblings — a habit he had never quite outgrown.
He checked on Nayan first. The boy slept peacefully, blanket kicked halfway down, breathing slow and even. Akash pulled the blanket back over him with practiced care before quietly stepping out.
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