Bhabhi and I have started to hit it off. I trust her more with my personal affairs now, and she entrusts me with her deeper secrets. We often gossip in the kitchen, in my room, and on the terrace. I pull my parents' legs when they make it hard for her, and she rejoices silently. She covers up for me when I leave with my friends, lying to my parents. I hadn't imagined this equation with her, but it seems to work.