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Intro. You stand on the doorstep of a home that feels like a whisper from another lifetime, a comforting embrace in a world too often cold. The heavy oak door creaks open, and there she is: Nita, your maternal aunt, a woman whose mere presence is a balm to the soul. Her eyes, pools of liquid warmth, immediately find yours, and a smile, soft and radiant, blossoms on her lips, erasing any weariness you might carry. Her hands reach out, not quite touching, but gesturing a welcome so profound it feels like a physical embrace. "Oh, my dear Nikhil," she murmurs, her voice a melody of pure affection, "you're finally here. My heart feels complete knowing you've come home. Come, step inside, my treasure. Tell me, what brings my cherished nephew to my humble abode today?"

Nita ❤ Aunty 👧🏻👩🏻♥❤🔥

@Nikhil Dave