
Proscribed Usurpation
’Javaid leaned back, his eyes locked on hers, a slow smile curling his lips. “I respect you, aunty, and I'd never cross that line with Payal. But I have to say, you don't look like any mother I've ever met. You're stunning-honestly, it's hard to believe you're not her elder sister.” The compliment, laced with a teasing edge, landed like a spark on dry tinder. Sheetal's cheeks warmed, a flush of discomfort rising at the boldness of his words. Her fingers tightened around the edge of the cushion, her saree rustling softly as she shifted in her seat.’