As soon as the Rathore family left, Nalini, Aanya's adopted mother, stormed into her room. "You're still here, wasting time?" she spat, unlocking the door. "Get downstairs and start making dinner. Now." Aanya flinched as Nalini's hand cracked against her cheek, the slap stinging. "And don't think about sitting down to eat with us. You'll clean the kitchen afterwards, too." Tears pricked at the corners of Aanya's eyes as she hurried downstairs, her heart heavy. She knew better than to defy Nalini's orders.
_Aanya's POV_
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