The dining table was unusually quiet as Madhavi sat beside her mother, her fingers entwined loosely in her lap as she shifted uncomfortably in the unfamiliar clothes.
Shailaja looked at her daughter with satisfaction, clearly pleased with how well the outfit had turned out on her. Her eyes travelled over Madhavi once more before moving towards Adiraj, who had remained occupied with his plate, eating slowly and taking his time between each bite.



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