24-06-2025, 06:36 PM
He had smiled at her so many times.
Held her waist gently on the scooter.
Listened to her banter.
Let her into his flat, into his quiet world.
She hadn’t said it aloud, not even to herself—but maybe, deep down, she had thought there was something beginning between them.
A thread of warmth. A spark.
And now?
She felt foolish.
Like she had read a page that was never meant for her.
Her phone buzzed in her lap.
She glanced at it, saw Abhi’s name—and turned the screen down.
She didn’t open the message.
She wouldn't block him. That was immature.
But she wouldn’t reply either. Not today.
Her hands tightened around the backpack’s strap.
He had every right.
Meghana wasn’t just her sister—she was beautiful, graceful, composed in a way Varnika had never been.
She fit with someone like Abhi.
They were made of the same quiet strength, the same inner stillness.
But why had no one told her?
Why had Meghana let her stay in that house, watch that unfold, with no warning?
Did they think she was blind?
Or worse… did they just not care?
Varnika blinked hard and sat up straighter, lifting her chin.
Fine.
Let them have their quiet intimacy.
Their practiced glances.
She didn’t want to be in the way of it.
But she also wouldn’t pretend everything was normal.
Not today.
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Held her waist gently on the scooter.
Listened to her banter.
Let her into his flat, into his quiet world.
She hadn’t said it aloud, not even to herself—but maybe, deep down, she had thought there was something beginning between them.
A thread of warmth. A spark.
And now?
She felt foolish.
Like she had read a page that was never meant for her.
Her phone buzzed in her lap.
She glanced at it, saw Abhi’s name—and turned the screen down.
She didn’t open the message.
She wouldn't block him. That was immature.
But she wouldn’t reply either. Not today.
Her hands tightened around the backpack’s strap.
He had every right.
Meghana wasn’t just her sister—she was beautiful, graceful, composed in a way Varnika had never been.
She fit with someone like Abhi.
They were made of the same quiet strength, the same inner stillness.
But why had no one told her?
Why had Meghana let her stay in that house, watch that unfold, with no warning?
Did they think she was blind?
Or worse… did they just not care?
Varnika blinked hard and sat up straighter, lifting her chin.
Fine.
Let them have their quiet intimacy.
Their practiced glances.
She didn’t want to be in the way of it.
But she also wouldn’t pretend everything was normal.
Not today.
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