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As night fell, the house quieted. The last prayer was offered. The kitchen was scrubbed clean. Under a single dim light, Rohan practiced his tables while Meera drew. Kavya worked on a design project, her laptop glowing in the dark. And Savitri, before slipping into sleep, looked around the room—at the clutter, the mismatched curtains, the faded wedding photo of Rajan and Kavya on the wall. It wasn’t a perfect house. But it was a full home. hot bhabhi webseries
