Avantika Deshpande Chapter 1: The Almond Milk Allegation “Sunitaaaa!” The shrillness of the voice pierced through three closed doors, one bathroom exhaust, and the sacred morning silence of the apartment. Sunita Bai didn’t flinch. She was elbow-deep in a stubborn sink full of greasy kadhi bowls. With the reflexes of someone who’d survived three decades of joint families and four generations of soap dramas, she calmly wiped her hands on her pallu and sauntered toward the battlefield—aka the living room. There, Mrs. Riya Mehta stood—yoga pants tighter than her tolerance, holding a carton of almond milk like it was a…