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Today, it was Vikram’s turn. He drove his old, reliable scooter. Anjali sat in front, Rohan behind him, and two neighborhood kids clung to the sides—a common, safe sight in Jaipur’s bylanes. "Hold tight," Vikram said, weaving past a sleeping cow and a chai stall. "And Anjali, remind your father to buy milk. Dadi will forget to tell him."

The table went quiet. Rajiv put down his tea. Instead of scolding, he smiled. "Finally! I was wondering when you'd ask." He turned to Rohan. "You're good at math. Can you teach her after dinner?" savita bhabhi kirtu.com