The next morning, Pranjal was completely engrossed in his books, his eyes scanning the pages with unwavering focus. His mother, knowing how her bookworm son could forget everything—including food—when lost in studies, so she sat beside him, feeding him bites of breakfast with her own hands. He didn’t want hunger to be a distraction, so she took it upon herself to ensure he ate without breaking his concentration.

Just then, Vatsal walked into the room. The sight before him made him chuckle—Pranjal, usually so serious and absorbed in his studies, looked like a little child, obediently eating from his mother’s hand.