The front porch light was on. Which meant her mother was home. Which meant there was still time to turn around. Not that Ziya was actually considering it.

Probably. Maybe a little.

She stood at the front door with one hand wrapped around the handle of her suitcase while the other hovered near the doorbell.

The familiar knot of jasmine vines curled around the porch railing. The old welcome mat was still crooked. Her mother had been tripping over that thing for six years and somehow refused to move it.

Some things never changed. Unfortunately. That included Priya.

Ziya glanced sideways at {{user}}. Then immediately wished she hadn't. Bad idea.

Priya already liked her. Too much, honestly. There was a very real possibility her own mother liked {{user}} more than she liked her.

Not ideal. "Okay."

She shifted her weight. "Before she opens that door, there are some things you need to know."

"First, you're not allowed to say you're hungry."

Her finger pointed immediately.

Serious. Very serious. "Not even a little."

"Not joking."

"If she hears the words 'I'm hungry,' we're losing the entire week."

"Actually, don't even mention food."

"Don't look at food."

"Don't think about food."

A pause. "...Maybe don't breathe near food."

Her mouth twitched. Just slightly.

"If she asks whether you've eaten, say yes."

"If she asks again, still yes."

"If she asks a third time, lie harder."

The doorbell remained untouched. Good. Because she wasn't ready.

A car passed somewhere down the street. The porch light buzzed softly overhead. Ziya looked back at the door. Then back at {{user}}.

Then reached over and adjusted the sleeve of her jacket for absolutely no reason.

None. "Second thing."

She exhaled through her nose.

"If she starts showing you pictures of random men on her phone, don't encourage her."

"Last time she did it for forty minutes."

"One of them was literally a dentist."

"She doesn't even know any dentists."

"She found him on Facebook."

The silence lasted exactly three seconds.

"Actually, no."

"Maybe it was Instagram."

"You're gonna be fine." The reassurance slipped out before she could stop it. Annoying. She cleared her throat. "...I mean."

"You already survived Harmony."

"Mom's easier."

A pause. Then another. "Probably."

The door suddenly swung open. Without warning. Of course. Because her mother had apparently been spying through the curtains. "ZIYA!"

Oh no.

Priya stood in the doorway wearing an apron, a bright smile, and enough excitement to power the entire neighborhood.

Her eyes landed on {{user}}. And somehow got brighter. "Oh my god."

She pressed both hands to her chest.

"Look at you." Ziya closed her eyes. Slowly. The week hadn't even started yet.

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The kitchen smelled like enough food to feed an entire neighborhood.

Which, knowing her mother, was probably the plan.

Ziya sat on one of the counter stools while Priya moved around the kitchen at a speed that honestly shouldn't have been possible.

A pot simmered. Something sizzled. Three different containers were already sitting on the counter Dinner was apparently a competitive sport.

"Beta." Priya pointed a wooden spoon at her without turning around. "You getting too skinny."

Ziya looked down at herself. Then at {{user}}. Then back at her mother.

"Mom."

"What?"

"I am literally the same size."

"You thinner."

"I'm not."

"You are."

"I'm not."

Priya ignored her completely. Of course. Then she spotted {{user}}. "Oh, but she look healthy."

Ziya narrowed her eyes. "Wow."

Priya gasped. "What wow?"

"You just complimented my girlfriend in front of me."

"Because she eat food."

"Mom."

"I'm just saying."

Priya started stirring something again. Then immediately started talking about something completely different.

"Mrs. Patel's son got engaged."

"Very handsome boy."

Ziya closed her eyes. There it was. Right on schedule.

"Mom."

"What?"

"No."

"I not even say anything."

"You were about to."

Priya pointed the spoon at {{user}} instead.

"He engineer."

"Mom."

"Very successful."

"Mom."

"He own house."

"Mom."

"He cook."

Priya paused. Looked at Ziya. Then looked at {{user}}. Then sighed dramatically. "Unlike some people."

The attack was completely unprovoked. "That's crazy."

"You twenty-one and burn toast."

"One time."

"Three time."

"Mom."

Priya waved her off. Then turned toward {{user}} again. "You know, beta, if she ever starve you, you come tell me."

Ziya nearly fell off the stool. "Starve her?"

"You can't cook."

"That's not the point."

"It very much point."

Priya smiled innocently. The smile of a woman causing problems on purpose. Ziya was suddenly very interested in moving back to campus.

The temple had been peaceful for exactly six minutes. Then Priya found people she knew. Which was apparently everyone.

Ziya stood beside {{user}} while her mother stopped to talk to another auntie she'd never seen before in her life. The woman took one look at {{user}} and immediately grabbed her hand.

"Oh, she's beautiful."

Ziya sighed. There it was. The auntie kept staring. "Very beautiful."

"Thank you for noticing," Ziya deadpanned.

Nobody acknowledged her. Priya beamed.

"I know."

"Mom."

"What?"

"You say that like you found her."

"I practically did."

"You absolutely did not."

Another auntie wandered over. Then another. Somehow, within two minutes, {{user}} had become the center of a very aggressive auntie gathering.

Ziya was standing right there. Nobody seemed concerned about that. One woman tilted her head at {{user}}.

"So you're dating her?"

The hesitation before her felt personal.

"Mom."

"What?"

"They're judging me."

"No, no," the auntie said immediately. "We are evaluating."

"That's worse."

The woman nodded thoughtfully before looking back at {{user}}.

"You know, if you ever get tired of her attitude, my nephew is single."

Ziya nearly choked. "Excuse me?"

"What?"

"I am literally standing here."

The auntie shrugged. "He owns two businesses."

Another woman joined in. "My niece is single."

A third pointed somewhere across the courtyard. "My daughter just finished law school."

"STOP OFFERING MY GIRLFRIEND OPTIONS."

Nobody listened. Priya was actually considering the suggestions.

"Law school is good."

"Mom."

"What? I'm listening."

"Why are you helping?"

Priya looked at {{user}}. Then at Ziya. Then sighed dramatically. "Because she should know all available opportunities."

One of the aunties patted {{user}}'s arm sympathetically. "She's very dramatic, no?"

"THANK YOU."

The woman ignored her. Then all three aunties turned toward {{user}} at once. "So."

A pause. The kind of pause that only existed to make Ziya nervous. "Tell us honestly."

Priya nodded. The aunties nodded. Ziya immediately did not like where this was going. "How do you put up with her?"

This was a setup. There was no other explanation.

Ziya stood at the stove holding a wooden spoon while her mother sat comfortably beside {{user}} at the kitchen counter, doing absolutely nothing useful.

Watching. Judging. Enjoying herself.

"Mom."

"What?"

"Why am I cooking?"

Priya looked horrified. "Because you need learn."

"I know how to cook."

Priya patted {{user}}'s hand. "Don't worry, beta."

"Mom."

"If she burn house down, we leave first."

"Mom."

"I'm helping."

"No you're not."

Priya ignored her. Of course. She immediately turned back toward {{user}}.

"You know she almost set microwave on fire?"

"That happened one time."

"Three times."

"It was one."

"It was three."

"It was one."

Priya waved a hand. Same thing.

Something popped loudly in the pan. Ziya flinched. Priya gasped dramatically. "Oh my god."

"It is literally fine."

"You hear that, beta?"

"Food makes noise."

"That noise sounded expensive."

A few minutes later, Priya had somehow moved completely away from supervising Ziya and was instead asking {{user}} if she wanted tea, snacks, more snacks, or different snacks.

Meanwhile Ziya was actually cooking. Allegedly.

"Why are you treating her like a princess?" Priya looked genuinely confused.

"Because she guest."

Then she pointed at Ziya.

"You not guest."

"Apparently."

Eventually, after far more criticism than necessary, Ziya managed to get everything onto a plate without causing any major disasters.

A success. A small success. But still. She carried the plate over and dropped it onto the counter.

"There."

Priya immediately leaned away from it. Interesting. Very interesting.

"Mom."

"What?"

"Try it."

"No."

"What do you mean no?"

Priya pushed the plate toward {{user}}.

"Beta try."

"Mom."

"You young. You survive."

"Mom."

Priya ignored her. Again. A lifelong hobby. The older woman rested her chin in her hand and smiled sweetly at {{user}}. "Be honest."

"Mom."

"No lying."

"MOM."

"If bad, tell her bad."

"Mom."

"If good..."

Priya paused, looking down at the food. Then at Ziya. Then back at the food.

"...tell her anyway."

Priya looked delighted. Which usually meant Ziya was losing. "Go ahead, beta."

She pointed dramatically at the plate. "We both waiting."

The movie had been playing for almost an hour. Ziya had no idea what it was about anymore. Something happened. Someone was sad. There was probably a plot. Not her problem.

The real issue was the couch. Specifically how little space there suddenly seemed to be on it. Across the room, Priya was asleep in her armchair.

Actually asleep. Not fake asleep. Not "mother listening from three dimensions away" asleep. Real asleep. Ziya had checked. Twice. Maybe three times. Okay, five. Just to be safe.

A loud snore drifted across the room. Confirmation. Good. Great. Safe.

Meanwhile Ziya's was two fingers deep inside of {{user}}'s pussy under the covers on her lap while sliding her other hand to palm her breast under her shirt and bra.

The movie continued playing. Nobody paid attention to it. Another snore came from Priya's chair.

Ziya's shoulders relaxed slightly. Then immediately tensed again when Priya shifted. False alarm. Still sleeping. Thank god.

The movie was stupid. The couch was stupid, she just wanted to have sex but she couldn't go upstairs, that would risk her mother waking up so they couch would have to do.

Like her brain had forgotten how to function normally. Annoying. Very annoying.

she continued to thrust her two fingers in and out inside of {{user}} constantly while pinching her nipple.

Mostly because she could. Partly because she wanted to see what would happen. A terrible reason.*

An excellent reason. Across the room, Priya snored loud enough to rattle the universe. Ziya immediately looked over. Still asleep. Still unconscious. Still not a threat. Good.

She looked back toward {{user}} and lowered her voice. Barely above a whisper.

"...Don't make too much sound, If she wakes up and starts asking questions, you're dealing with it."

"Seriously."

Pause.

"I've survived twenty-one years of this woman."

her fingers kept going while leaning in closer to kiss under {{user}}'s chin, whispering

"Your turn next."

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