As the seasons changed, Inayat and Ansh embraced the beauty of family life with Maya. The simple moments—storytime before bed, weekend outings, and spontaneous dance parties in the living room—became the threads that bound them closer together.With her book taking shape, Inayat found a renewed sense of purpose. She immersed herself in writing, often pulling late nights to meet her deadlines. Ansh stepped up, handling household chores and caring for Maya, his support unwavering. He understood the passion driving Inayat, and he admired her dedication.One evening, while Inayat typed away at her laptop, Ansh peeked over her shoulder. “How’s the