"Chal, naughty devrani ," she whispered. "Kal se double batch banayenge. One for Mata Rani. One for your black hole of a stomach."

The Sharma household ran on two things: Bhabhi’s chai and Bhabhi’s rules. Rule #1: The large clay jar in the kitchen corner— "Mata Rani ka Prasad" —was strictly for morning prayers. Inside: a special mix of ghee , mishri , and saunf .

Bhabhi read it. Tried to stay angry. Failed. A small smile cracked her face.