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As Iyer dragged her inside, she mouthed silently: "Tomorrow. Same time. Bring more jalebis."

"Of course. The way you ask about my health. The way you send extra farsan with Tapu. The way you blush when I say your name." She smiled. "It's not poetry, Jetha ji. It's home."

"Tarak bhai, love isn't logic. Love is… jalebi. Sweet, messy, and best shared."

Mehta shook his head, laughing. "Jetha, that's not logic."

Gokuldham Society, early morning. The scent of fresh jalebis drifts from the compound.

She handed him a tissue. Their fingers brushed. Mehta pretended to examine a passing ant. That evening, Jethalal stood on his balcony, staring at the moon. Babita ji was on hers, watering plants.