Just then, Babita ji descended the stairs in a yellow saree, carrying a steel container. "Good morning, Jetha ji. Tarak ji. What's the secret meeting about?"
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"Babita ji," he called out, voice trembling. "Can I ask you something… personal ?" Just then, Babita ji descended the stairs in
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Babita ji leaned against the railing. "Go on."
Mehta raised an eyebrow. "Poetry? Last time you tried, you said, 'Your smile is like a bhindi fry — crisp and unforgettable.' Babita ji laughed for an hour."