Preeti stormed into the living room, her breath ragged, and without hesitation, wrapped Riya's mother in a fierce embrace. Seated on the couch, Anjali reciprocated the hug with equal intensity, her hand gently stroking Preeti's hair in a soothing motion. Sensing the distress in her, she leaned in and murmured with concern, "What happened, bachha?"
Preeti pulled back, her eyes blazing with frustration as she fixed a hard stare on Anjali. "Aunty, do you have any idea how insufferable Reyansh was today? He taunted me relentlessly, acting as if he owned the place! And to make matters worse, Riya stood with him instead of supporting me," she seethed, her voice laced with indignation.
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