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“Worth it, Ma,” Priya grinned, kissing the top of her mother’s head.

The first sound that stirred the Gupta household wasn’t an alarm clock. It was the low, decisive click of the gas stove igniting in the kitchen. At 5:45 AM, Savita Gupta, wrapped in a soft cotton saree, was already at work. The small steel kettle, blackened from years of use, was placed on the flame. She added loose, dark Assam tea leaves, grated a tiny nub of ginger, and let the mixture boil until the aroma—spicy, robust, and hopeful—filled every corner of their two-bedroom Mumbai flat. xxx with bhabhi

Savita didn’t gasp. She didn’t scold. She just handed him a plate of hot samosas and said, “Eat first. Then tell me what you didn’t understand.” “Worth it, Ma,” Priya grinned, kissing the top