Rohit looked at Ragini in awe. She had traded her blue-coloured one for a golden party-wear saree with a matching blouse. Everything about her was golden, including the jacket, giving her the aura of a goddess descending. However, her current jacket was relatively shorter, revealing an elegant glimpse of her toned waist on one side.
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"Now that's a proper heater. At least my eyes can stay warm," he thought with a crooked grin.
Naina, however, froze. "You're his… mother?"
Ragini rested her hand on Rohit's shoulder with authority and smiled slyly. "It seems the young miss has something else in mind?"
Flustered, Naina stood and quickly apologized. "I'm so sorry, aunty. It's just—you look far too young to be his mother."
Ragini pressed her palm to her forehead, half to hide the blush creeping up her cheeks. "You young ones are something else. It's just a bit of self-care routine, that's all."
