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When she returned home, the house was messy. Arjun’s homework was incomplete. Rohan had eaten instant noodles for two nights. Sharada looked tired but relieved.

By 8:30 AM, the house was a symphony of departures. Her husband, Rohan, kissed her forehead distractedly, his laptop bag already swinging. Their son, 6-year-old Arjun, gave her a sticky hug, his school tie askew. Sharada was settling into her armchair with the newspaper. And Kavya? She slipped into her home office—a converted pooja room—where the scent of incense now mingled with the sterile hum of her laptop. aunty hot movie

Her phone buzzed. A message from her team lead in Bangalore: "Client meeting moved up to 9 AM. Need the revised UX flow." When she returned home, the house was messy

Her college friend, Priya, called. Priya had never married. She ran a trekking company in Manali and lived with her mother. "Kav, the women’s monsoon trek is next week. I need a plus-one. You haven't taken a day off in two years. Come." Sharada looked tired but relieved

Then Sharada sighed. "Your mother-in-law is not a dinosaur, Kavya. I went to college on a bicycle when men threw stones at girls who studied. I know what it is to want to breathe. But who will pack Rohan's tiffin ?"