"Even if she had seen, would that have changed her fate, jija?" Disha said, making a face.
Inside the kitchen, cutting Disha’s words short, Sheetal said, "My niece will not become a prostitute but a bride. She will not be a dancer but the one who runs a household. I will not make her the filth of some brothel but the pride of a noble house."

Before Disha could say anything, the sound of Bhabho clapping her hands came from behind her.
Hearing that, both fell silent.