( Hi friends Short story with AI writing) The sweltering May heat of Delhi was a heavy blanket, doing nothing to cool the rising temper of **Kavya**. She stood in the center of the marble-floored living room, hands clenched at her sides, staring down her older brother, **Rohan**, who was sprawled across the sofa like a discarded garment. "Dammit, Rohan! Mother’s Day is forty-eight hours away!" Kavya snapped, her voice vibrating with suppressed rage. "I’ve been buried under case files at the firm for three weeks. I asked you a week ago to handle the logistics. Why couldn't you just book the table or find a gift that doesn't come from a gas station?" Rohan didn’t even glance up. His thumb continued its rhythmic, mindless scroll through a feed of cricket highlights. "Ugh, Kavya, take a breath. It’s a Hallmark holiday designed to sell cards. I don't see the big deal. If it’s eating at you so much, just handle it. Get her a saree, some gold, a spa vouch...
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