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Renu nodded sympathetically while mentally cataloguing her grocery list. “I’ll speak to them,” she lied. She wouldn’t. She had learned long ago that survival in Gopalpura meant being a duck—letting the water of gossip roll off your feathers.
The table went silent. Then Aarav burst out laughing. Kavya choked on her water. Vikram shook his head, but his eyes were smiling. Renu looked around the circle—at her irritable mother-in-law, her dreamy son, her sarcastic daughter, her steady husband. They were loud, flawed, nosy, and relentlessly loving. They fought over the last piece of pickle and shared the same tube of toothpaste. They hid secrets in almirahs and dreams in kitchen corners. Housewife Bhabhi sex with landlord for her debt...
“Rajma,” she said. “And rice.”
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