What started as a tentative and somewhat awkward act had, with each passing day, settled into a deeply ingrained and comfortable routine. The simple, profound act of breastfeeding Aarav no longer felt strange or alien to Mahi, it had seamlessly woven itself into the very fabric of her daily life, becoming an indispensable part of her mornings, afternoons, and nights. And yet, despite this newfound familiarity and comfort, a persistent, delicate blush would unfailingly warm her cheeks, a subtle signal of a lingering shyness that flickered within her each and every time she handed Aarav to  his bil  after she had finished feeding . It was a gentle, almost imperceptible reminder of the intimate nature of the act they shared.