After six long years in London, Evyavaan Malhotra finally stepped foot back in India. The warm breeze of Delhi felt unfamiliar yet comforting. He wasn't here for a vacation or business-he had flown back the moment he heard of his Dadi's deteriorating health. His childhood home stood just as he remembered-grand, slightly loud, and always full of people.
That evening, the Malhotra family gathered around their massive teakwood dining table, the one that had witnessed decades of laughter, fights, and festive feasts. The table was brimming with dishes-paneer butter masala, tandoori rotis, biryani, and a mountain of Dadi's favorite gulab jamuns.
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