I should have seen it sooner. Priya and Rajan hadn’t just contributed to the house—they came with it, like a very hands-on home warranty. They rearranged my kitchen “for better flow,” brought curtains they “knew would look nicer,” and installed a security system without asking, complete with a lecture on how “families look out for each other.” They dropped off groceries and restocked my fridge like pantry managers. When I asked for notice next time, Priya would smile and say, “You’re welcome.” Aarav insisted they meant well. I tried to believe him.Continue reading…
