“You cannot fail craft,” Aarav muttered.
“We don’t have glitter glue,” Sunita sighed.
“Five across,” Dadi said, not looking up. “’Family that eats together…’ Seven letters.” juicy bhabhi
Aarav looked up from his phone. “It’s on Thursday.”
She walked back in, poured herself a second cup of chai—now cold—and sat next to Dadi, who had finally finished the crossword. “You cannot fail craft,” Aarav muttered
“Don’t forget to water the tulsi plant!” Sunita called after them.
“Papa, your office bag!” Meera yelled. “Aarav, tuck in your shirt!” Papa yelled. “Maa, the tiffin!” Aarav yelled. “You cannot fail craft
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