25-06-2025, 01:18 AM
Wednesday Night — A Text Conversation Beneath the Silence
Meghana sat on her bed in the dim lamplight, phone resting against her thigh.
Varnika hadn’t said a word all evening.
Not even during dinner.
Not even while clearing the dishes.
The silence stung more than an argument ever could.
She finally opened her chat with Abhi.
Meghana (8:41 PM)
We’ll pause yoga for a while, Abhi. I think that’s best.
She hesitated after typing. Her fingers lingered on the screen.
A part of her wanted him to argue, to say no, we’ll figure it out.
But another part, a quieter, steadier one, knew it was the only respectful thing to do.
In Flat 203, Abhi had just placed his laptop aside when her message lit up his screen.
His heart tightened—not with surprise, but with acceptance.
Abhi (8:46 PM)
I understand. I was expecting this. Is she okay?
He didn’t ask are you okay, though it hovered behind every syllable.
He already knew the answer.
Meghana sat on her bed in the dim lamplight, phone resting against her thigh.
Varnika hadn’t said a word all evening.
Not even during dinner.
Not even while clearing the dishes.
The silence stung more than an argument ever could.
She finally opened her chat with Abhi.
Meghana (8:41 PM)
We’ll pause yoga for a while, Abhi. I think that’s best.
She hesitated after typing. Her fingers lingered on the screen.
A part of her wanted him to argue, to say no, we’ll figure it out.
But another part, a quieter, steadier one, knew it was the only respectful thing to do.
In Flat 203, Abhi had just placed his laptop aside when her message lit up his screen.
His heart tightened—not with surprise, but with acceptance.
Abhi (8:46 PM)
I understand. I was expecting this. Is she okay?
He didn’t ask are you okay, though it hovered behind every syllable.
He already knew the answer.
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