The Goddess Warrior
Stacks of naan and roti leaned precariously against one another, waiting to be torn apart, while smaller bowls of raita, tangy chutneys, and fiery pickles offered splashes of color.
Jaiyana lowered herself to the cushions, settling patiently as though waiting for the food—or perhaps for company. Kaplan wandered in, scanning the room until his gaze found her. With deliberate ease, he claimed a plate, poured himself a drink, and crossed the room. He sank onto the cushion beside her, close enough that their shoulders nearly touched.
“This smells amazing,” he murmured, glancing over the spread.
“It smells like home,” Jaiyana replied softly, her smile shy but steady. “My family’s recipes are very
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