Third Person's POV...
Riya sat in the study, her long fingers delicately tracing the edges of a book. The room was still, filled with the soft sounds of her turning pages, the light from the chandelier casting a golden hue over her as she read. She had always enjoyed the solitude of this space, the heavy silence broken only by the whisper of old pages or the distant ticking of the grandfather clock.
The book she held, "How to become Best Mother Possible", but her mind was elsewhere, as it often was, drifting to the only things that ever truly mattered—her children. Especially Riyan.
"These words mean nothing,", she mused as her eyes skimmed the worn pages, barely processing the text in front of her. "Nothing compared to him." The very thought of him, of her son, made her pulse quicken, her grip on the book tightening for just a moment.