25-06-2025, 02:12 AM
Thursday Late Morning – Varnika and Meghana: The Stillness Before the Break
The house was unusually quiet.
Meghana stood by the kitchen counter, staring into a half-filled glass of water.
Her phone lay untouched beside her, though her eyes flicked toward it every few minutes.
No new messages.
No movement from the other room.
The bedroom door hadn’t opened since last night.
Varnika had skipped breakfast.
Skipped speaking.
She had stayed inside with the kind of silence that didn’t feel peaceful
It felt deliberate.
But now, sometime past 11, the door opened.
Meghana turned.
Her breath caught just a little.
Varnika stood there, dressed in a fresh kurti and jeans.
Her hair was braided loosely over one shoulder, and her face was scrubbed clean, but her eyes carried a sharpness that hadn’t dulled overnight.
“Hey,” Meghana said softly. She didn’t smile.
Varnika didn’t answer immediately.
She walked toward the living room, picked up a water bottle, and took a long sip.
Her movements were calm.
Controlled.
But her silence still cut through the air like tension before a storm.
Meghana waited.
The house was unusually quiet.
Meghana stood by the kitchen counter, staring into a half-filled glass of water.
Her phone lay untouched beside her, though her eyes flicked toward it every few minutes.
No new messages.
No movement from the other room.
The bedroom door hadn’t opened since last night.
Varnika had skipped breakfast.
Skipped speaking.
She had stayed inside with the kind of silence that didn’t feel peaceful
It felt deliberate.
But now, sometime past 11, the door opened.
Meghana turned.
Her breath caught just a little.
Varnika stood there, dressed in a fresh kurti and jeans.
Her hair was braided loosely over one shoulder, and her face was scrubbed clean, but her eyes carried a sharpness that hadn’t dulled overnight.
“Hey,” Meghana said softly. She didn’t smile.
Varnika didn’t answer immediately.
She walked toward the living room, picked up a water bottle, and took a long sip.
Her movements were calm.
Controlled.
But her silence still cut through the air like tension before a storm.
Meghana waited.
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