18-06-2025, 01:59 AM
A Sip of Truth – Meghana and Varnika, Flat 403
Sunday Night, around 7:30 PM
The faint sound of traffic filtered in from the main road, mingling with the low hum of the ceiling fan.
The flat was dimly lit, cozy, and quiet.
Varnika sat on the edge of the bed, flipping through a magazine without really reading.
She wore a sleeveless peach tee and pyjamas, her long hair loose and tousled.
There was a certain alertness in her silence—like a cat watching through half-closed eyes.
Meghana stepped out of the bathroom, wiping her face with a towel.
Her skin was freshly washed, a little flushed.
She looked at Varnika briefly and walked to the dressing table.
“I made some chamomile,” Meghana said. “Want some?”
“I’m good,” Varnika replied without looking up.
Meghana hesitated, then turned to her sister. “Something on your mind?”
Varnika slowly closed the magazine. “Yes.”
A pause.
Sunday Night, around 7:30 PM
The faint sound of traffic filtered in from the main road, mingling with the low hum of the ceiling fan.
The flat was dimly lit, cozy, and quiet.
Varnika sat on the edge of the bed, flipping through a magazine without really reading.
She wore a sleeveless peach tee and pyjamas, her long hair loose and tousled.
There was a certain alertness in her silence—like a cat watching through half-closed eyes.
Meghana stepped out of the bathroom, wiping her face with a towel.
Her skin was freshly washed, a little flushed.
She looked at Varnika briefly and walked to the dressing table.
“I made some chamomile,” Meghana said. “Want some?”
“I’m good,” Varnika replied without looking up.
Meghana hesitated, then turned to her sister. “Something on your mind?”
Varnika slowly closed the magazine. “Yes.”
A pause.
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