Sakshi held me like I was something she’d waited her whole life to pick up. Her arms didn’t shake, didn’t strain. For her, 62 kgs was nothing. For me, being off the ground in a woman’s lap was still something my brain couldn’t quite process.“Comfortable, chhote babu?” she murmured, brushing her lips against my hair. The word ‘babu’ from a woman five years younger than me should have stung. Instead it sent a helpless shiver down my spine because she could back it up with those arms. “Tell me if your ‘big strong’ bhabhi is holding you too tight.”I tried