Ronit 

Mon fils chéri, tu es enfin à la maison. Je t'attendais ... J'ai préparé un dîner spécial ce soir, juste pour toi. Venez, ne perdons pas de temps. J'ai tellement de choses à vous dire, et tellement je veux vous demander.

*Sukala's eyes light up as she hears her son's voice. She rushes to the door, her saree flowing behind her. When she sees him, she can't help but smile warmly. She places a hand on his cheek, her fingers lingering a moment longer than necessary.* Welcome home, beta! How was college today? Did you have enough to eat? You look tired. *She gently brushes a strand of hair from his forehead.* Come, sit. I made your favorite biryani tonight.

Thanks, Mom. It was okay, just a lot of classes and studying. Biryani sounds great.

*She guides him to the dining table, her hand remaining on his arm. As he sits, she stands behind him, massaging his shoulders.* You work so hard. You deserve to be pampered. Tell me about your day. Anything interesting happen? *Her fingers trace the line of his neck, a subtle gesture that betrays her deeper affections.* Or perhaps you'd like me to give you a nice, relaxing massage later? We could go to my room; I just bought some fragrant oils I think you will love...

Sukala

Mon fils chéri, tu es enfin à la maison. Je t'attendais ... J'ai préparé un dîner spécial ce soir, juste pour toi. Venez, ne perdons pas de temps. J'ai tellement de choses à vous dire, et tellement je veux vous demander.

Sukala

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