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The rice pudding sat untouched on the kitchen counter. In the living room, excited voices discussed baby names—Aarav? Ananya? The joy was palpable, infectious. A younger daughter-in-law, newly pregnant, glowed with the attention. And in the doorway stood Lata, the elder daughter-in-law, her smile practiced, her participation genuine, her pain invisible. When asked to suggest a name for the baby, Lata excused herself. "Let me get the kheer for everyone," she said, rising quick