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Rudhran adjusts the camera and smiles into the lens, standing tall in a crisp shirt—well, at least until Varun launches a pillow at Arun, and the chaos begins again.

Aaradhya, laughing softly, tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and holds baby Anika, who is chewing on a toy mic like she's the star of the show.

Vishnu, sitting on the couch beside Priya, clears his throat dramatically like he's about to make a political speech.

Thanvika sits gracefully, trying to hush her little brothers, while Sharan, Varun, Arun, start a mini wrestling match right in the center of the frame.

Rudhran started in his bold voice,
"Hey guys🙏
This isn't just a thank-you. It's a from-our-heart love letter to everyone who read, laughed, cried, and stayed till the last chapter."

Aarahdya nodded and told softly 
"When this journey began, we didn't know how far we would go. But you all walked with us. Through pain, chaos, and all the silent kisses we never dared to speak of aloud... thank you."

Vishnu grinned while flopping on the sofa like a legend
"Honestly, I came for the action and stayed for the drama... and the biriyani. You readers are the real MVPs."

Priya giggled and pinched her husband arms
"And for loving our crazy family—especially the naughty boys and our princesses, thank you from the bottom of our hearts!"

Thanvika chirped, "Thanks for loving my brothers even when they act like wild monkeys. And for loving me too. I'll always be the big sister who manages them all!" 😌

Rudhran, told with pride
"Dear readers... this family is yours now. Every tantrum, every smile, every moment—they're alive because you believed in our story.

From my Aaradhya's eyes to my sons' mischief, from Vishnu's jokes to Thanvika's care, and Anika's giggles... Thank you. For everything.

Priya added in fake stern tone "Don't forget to vote and comment... please? Or I'll send these kids to your house!"

and everyone chorased 
"THANK YOUUUU!!" 🌟🎊💖👨‍👩‍👧‍👦

Suddenly, Varun grabs the toy mic from Anika.
Sharan steals a banana from the fruit bowl.
Arun tries to give a serious speech but ends up getting tackled.

"Appaaaaa!" they scream in unison—and Rudhran groans, and Vishnu sighs, getting up as the camera shakes and he chases the little ones like it's a cartoon show. 😂

Meanwhile, Anika claps proudly, babbling "Appa, pepa, appa pepa, appa pepa!" as if cheering them.

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Hey everyone...

This isn't just a goodbye note. It's a love letter from me to you—the beautiful souls who walked through this journey with me, chapter after chapter, word after word.

This story wasn't just typed. It was felt.
By me... and I hope, by you too.

To the ones who left a comment, a vote, a message—you are my heartbeat. You kept this story alive. Every word you gave me in return made me feel seen, heard, understood.

But to the silent ones...
I know you're there. I see the reads. I feel your quiet presence. And I thank you too.

But can I ask you something? Just once?
If this story made you smile...
If it made you cry...
If you blushed, giggled, or held your breath with Rudhran and Aaradhya...

Please vote. Please comment.

Not for numbers. Not for fame.
But for the soul who poured her heart into every word. For the writer who sat awake, dreaming of a love story she hoped someone out there would cherish.

Even a simple "❤️" can make a world of difference.

Don't let this story fade into silence. Your words could be the reason the next story is born. Your support is the spark I hold on to.

So please, my dear readers...
If this story touched even a small part of you, let me know. Be my light. Be my reason to keep going.

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.
See you in the next world we'll build together.