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Sunita smiled. “S-U-R-V-I-V-E-S.”

Aarav froze. Panic. Then, the frantic rustling of books. juicy bhabhi

Aarav looked up from his phone. “It’s on Thursday.” Sunita smiled

was the first to stumble out of his room, hair a bird’s nest, phone already in hand. He didn’t say "good morning." Instead, he grunted, “Maa, WiFi is slow.” hair a bird’s nest

“First, touch Dadi’s feet. Then talk about WiFi,” Sunita replied without turning around, expertly flipping a roti in the air.