Dhwani pulled off her coat and dropped her bag onto the hallway bench, exhaling softly as the front door clicked shut behind her. The faint aroma of cardamom and warm milk clung to the air-home. Her tired muscles relaxed a little just from the scent.
"Is that my baby girl finally home?" came a sweet voice from the kitchen.
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