The following evening after dinner, when Bhargav had left the dining room and the house had settled into its usual evening routine, Radha found an opportunity to speak with Sanju. The soft hum of nighttime had taken over the household, with everyone winding down for the day. Sanju was in the kitchen, tidying up after the meal when Radha approached her. “Sanju, why don’t you take a break?” Radha suggested gently, her tone warm and inviting. “We can sit down and have a chat. Just us.” Sanju looked up, slightly surprised by the request, but she nodded, setting aside the last of the dishes she had been drying. “Of course, Amma,” she replied softly, wiping her hands on the towel hanging from the counter.