[shailu4ever]

Varnika’s Private Night – Wednesday, 10:45 PM

The room was dim. Just the bedside lamp lit one corner in a soft amber glow.

Varnika sat curled near the window, legs pulled to her chest, her cheek pressed lightly to her knee.

Outside, Hyderabad murmured on—horns in the distance, the faint whoosh of a metro slipping past.

But in 403, it was silent.


Meghana hadn’t spoken much all evening.

And Varnika hadn’t made it easy.

She had come home quietly after her university visit—Uber dropped her off mid-afternoon, and she went straight to the guest room without a word.

No jokes. No teasing. Not even eye contact.

She couldn’t.

She had seen too much.

That moment in the morning—the stillness, the tension, the way Meghana’s body folded around Abhi’s, like something practiced and personal.

The way his hands had held her waist like they knew exactly where to land.

It wasn’t yoga.

It wasn’t even about fitness.

It was closeness.

And it was deliberate.


And she had walked in on it like some wide-eyed fool.

At first, she had wanted to laugh it off.

Tease.

Make one of her classic one-liners.