Bhabhi gasped. "Tattoo? In my kitchen?"

Bhabhi lifted the lid. Her smile froze. She dipped a spoon. Tasted it. Her eyes went wide.

The Sharma household ran on two things: Bhabhi’s chai and Bhabhi’s rules. Rule #1: The large clay jar in the kitchen corner— "Mata Rani ka Prasad" —was strictly for morning prayers. Inside: a special mix of ghee , mishri , and saunf .

Silence.