Part 4
Inside the grand kitchen, the scent of coconut and jaggery filled the air. The last batch of modaks sat neatly on a silver tray, their golden edges glistening with ghee.
Vanya had just stepped out to grab more tulsi leaves for the prasad when Kohina saw her chance.
With a quick glance around, she reached for the garam masala tin. Her fingers tightened around it, her heart racing.
A cruel smirk played on her lips. Let’s see how you handle this, Mrs. Kapoor.
She twisted open the lid and sprinkled a generous amount over the sweet filling. The dark, pungent spice mixed in, undetectable amidst the rich aroma of cardamom and saffron.
Just as she was about to set the tin back, she heard footsteps.
Kohina turned swiftly, her expression turning neutral just as Sikhar walked in.
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