
Chandni walked downstairs to the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed tea and baking bread enveloping her. Gayatri, the head maid, stood at the stove, expertly flipping parathas with a spatula. The kitchen was warm and inviting, filled with the sounds of sizzling food and the soft hum of the refrigerator.
"Good morning, Gayatri mausi," Chandni said, her voice soft and respectful.

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