The house was filled with the comforting aroma of spices biryani simmering in the pot, the faint sizzle of chicken 65 frying golden brown, and the rich smell of mutton fry wafting through the air. Siya stood beside her mother-in-law Meenakshi, in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on her forehead as she stirred the biryani with practiced ease.
"Siya ma, taste the soup once," Meenakshi said, wiping her hands on her saree pallu. "It should have a little more pepper."
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