For two years, Kamala had ruled her home with an iron ladle. She’d comment on Priya’s cooking, her saree draping, her parenting. The final straw had been last week, when Kamala had publicly announced that Priya’s son, Rohan, had “inherited his weak digestion” from her side of the family. In front of the entire extended family.

The crowning moment came on Karva Chauth. Kamala, expecting Priya to fail at the traditional fast, had prepared a dramatic lecture. But Priya fasted perfectly, then presented Kamala with a beautifully framed photo of Kamala’s late husband. “For you, Maa ji. So you always feel his presence.”

The room went silent. Kamala’s mouth hung open. She had been disarmed by a compliment. Worse, the relatives were now nodding in agreement with Priya .

Priya read the episode three times. She took notes on her phone. Then she devised a plan.

The cursor hovered over the search bar. For the tenth time that evening, Priya told herself she was just curious . Just a quick peek. No one would know.

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