18-06-2025, 02:12 AM
Understanding and Sisterhood Support
Varnika sat beside her, quietly.
“I didn’t plan to like him,” Meghana whispered. “But I do. It crept in, little by little.”
Varnika touched her sister’s shoulder gently. “You don’t have to feel guilty for liking someone, Didi.”
Meghana looked at her with a mix of relief and sadness. “But I’m married, Varni.”
“You’re also human,” Varnika said. “You didn’t cross any lines. Not really. You kissed him on the cheek. You felt something. That’s not a crime.”
Meghana stared ahead, her voice low. “But it’s the feeling that scares me. Because it wasn’t fleeting. It’s still there.”
Varnika smiled faintly. “Maybe it’s the first time you felt seen. Or touched without expectation.”
Meghana blinked fast. That landed.
“I just don’t want you to think less of me,” she murmured.
“I don’t,” Varnika said instantly. “Actually… I kind of get it.”
Meghana turned, curious.
“The first time I saw him, I thought—damn,” Varnika admitted with a sheepish grin. “Tall, fair, a bit awkward... that soft-spoken charm? Yeah, he’s dangerously likeable.”
Meghana laughed—a real, full laugh—for the first time in days.
“But he looked at you differently,” Varnika added after a beat. “I could see that.”
Meghana’s smile faded into something softer. “I don’t know where this is going. Maybe nowhere.”
“Or maybe somewhere unexpected,” Varnika said. “But whatever it is, you don’t have to face it alone.”
They sat together in silence for a while, two sisters wrapped in an invisible bond—one that allowed secrets to breathe, and hearts to ache without shame.
Outside the window, the streetlights flickered gold on the quiet road below.
Varnika sat beside her, quietly.
“I didn’t plan to like him,” Meghana whispered. “But I do. It crept in, little by little.”
Varnika touched her sister’s shoulder gently. “You don’t have to feel guilty for liking someone, Didi.”
Meghana looked at her with a mix of relief and sadness. “But I’m married, Varni.”
“You’re also human,” Varnika said. “You didn’t cross any lines. Not really. You kissed him on the cheek. You felt something. That’s not a crime.”
Meghana stared ahead, her voice low. “But it’s the feeling that scares me. Because it wasn’t fleeting. It’s still there.”
Varnika smiled faintly. “Maybe it’s the first time you felt seen. Or touched without expectation.”
Meghana blinked fast. That landed.
“I just don’t want you to think less of me,” she murmured.
“I don’t,” Varnika said instantly. “Actually… I kind of get it.”
Meghana turned, curious.
“The first time I saw him, I thought—damn,” Varnika admitted with a sheepish grin. “Tall, fair, a bit awkward... that soft-spoken charm? Yeah, he’s dangerously likeable.”
Meghana laughed—a real, full laugh—for the first time in days.
“But he looked at you differently,” Varnika added after a beat. “I could see that.”
Meghana’s smile faded into something softer. “I don’t know where this is going. Maybe nowhere.”
“Or maybe somewhere unexpected,” Varnika said. “But whatever it is, you don’t have to face it alone.”
They sat together in silence for a while, two sisters wrapped in an invisible bond—one that allowed secrets to breathe, and hearts to ache without shame.
Outside the window, the streetlights flickered gold on the quiet road below.
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