"Come sit beta. Rani made the best biryani I ate in a while."
Baba chirped up, his face glowing under the antique chandelier suspended. I took a seat on the head of the table, the usual. Baba sat on my right, and the duo sat at my left.
I didn't pick up the dish of biryani she especially made for me. I just settled on the other edibles on the table, that I knew for sure she didn't make.
Baba was so happy, he talked the whole time with phuppo on the table while eating, something he doesn't do often.
Raniya, or Rani whatever tried feeding me her hand made rice, but I didn't glance her away at all. She was a cunning woman, just like her mother. Everybody forgot what she did so many years back, and accepted her wholeheartedly. Only I knew what game she played with her ex husband, poor
