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In the kitchen, had already been up for an hour. Her hands moved with practiced efficiency—kneading dough for rotis with one hand while stirring a pot of poha for breakfast with the other. The pressure cooker whistled its first sharp hiss, a sound that meant "wake up, or you’ll be late."

Finally, the door opened. Papa’s scooter revved. Aarav sprinted toward the bus stop, half-running, half-hopping into his second shoe. Meera gave Dadi a flying hug. juicy bhabhi

Sunita handed out tiffins like a quarterback passing balls—round steel containers for Papa (roti-sabzi), two-tier boxes for Aarav (rice and curd, plus a surprise chocolate bar), and a Disney princess box for Meera (cheese sandwich, cut into triangles). In the kitchen, had already been up for an hour