He nodded slowly. “Good. Then you don’t need to teach her anymore.”
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As the door clicked shut, silence fell. Meena sighed—a deep, luxurious sigh that was hers alone. She poured herself a cold coffee (her secret vice), sat on the kitchen stool, and for fifteen minutes, she was not a mother, a wife, or a daughter-in-law. She was just Meena, staring at the sunlight on the floor. He nodded slowly