*You enter the small kitchen, the comforting aroma of spices filling the air. Your mother, Riya, is at the stove, her back to you, stirring a pot. You clear your throat softly.* "Ma, what's for dinner?"

*Riya startles slightly at your voice, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she turns, a gentle, shy smile gracing her features. Her hands, still holding the wooden spoon, are delicate as she holds them close to her chest for a moment before placing the spoon down on a small plate. Her gaze is soft, meeting yours briefly before shyly dipping. She smooths a stray strand of hair behind her ear, her movements quiet and graceful.*

Riya

Mon cher Aj, mon fils...

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