Nalini looked at her, surprised. “Why? You’ll just order from Swiggy when you move out.”
The afternoon belonged to Nalini. After the whirlwind of the morning, the house was a quiet sanctuary. She ate her lunch alone—a simple plate of rice, yogurt, and pickle—while watching a rerun of an old Ramayan episode. She didn’t care much for the drama, but the silence was rare. Savita Bhabhi Romance
“Amma, we have a canteen.”