Part 1
At the old, crumbling chawl, the air was thick with emotions. Suhasini Taneja rushed up the narrow staircase, her hands clutching the edges of her saree, her face radiant yet trembling. She knocked hurriedly on the wooden door, barely containing her excitement. Meera opened it, surprised to see her.
Without waiting for a proper invitation, Suhasini stepped inside, her voice quivering with a joy she could hardly control.
"I came straight from the temple," she confessed, her eyes wide with wonder, "because I was afraid... afraid that if I even blinked, this dream would shatter."
Meera’s brows knitted in confusion. "Why, Suhasini? What happened?"
Suhasini clasped her hands together, her fingers trembling. "He called me mother," she whispered, her voice choking with emotion. "My R
