25-06-2025, 02:23 AM
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Thursday Afternoon – Flat 203: Unsaid Words and Unfolding Distance
Abhi had been pacing his living room for a while now.
The laptop screen sat open with emails waiting to be answered, but he hadn’t touched the keyboard in over twenty minutes.
His phone was on silent, but he kept checking it anyway, as if willing a notification to appear.
When the soft knock came on his door, he turned so fast that the floor creaked beneath him.
He didn’t expect her to come.
But there she was. Varnika.
Dressed in a casual maroon t-shirt and light blue jeans, her hair loosely gathered in a clip, she stood at the doorway like she wasn’t sure she wanted to be there.
Her eyes were tired but sharp, her expression unreadable.
Her arms were crossed.
Not defensive, just contained.
Her eyes met his, but only briefly.
Abhi opened the door slowly. “Hey…”
“Can I come in for a minute?” she asked.
Her voice was calm, but the edges were flat, controlled.
“Of course,” he said, stepping aside gently.
He stepped aside without a word.
Varnika stepped slowly into Abhi’s flat, pausing just a few feet from the door.
The soft click behind her as it closed seemed to echo more than it should in the silence.
The air inside 203 was cooler, quieter, the curtains drawn just enough to let in a filtered wash of golden afternoon light.
It painted warm lines across the living room floor, catching on the edges of a bookshelf, a corner lamp, the muted green of an indoor plant leaning toward the balcony.
She didn’t say anything at first.
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Abhi had been pacing his living room for a while now.
The laptop screen sat open with emails waiting to be answered, but he hadn’t touched the keyboard in over twenty minutes.
His phone was on silent, but he kept checking it anyway, as if willing a notification to appear.
When the soft knock came on his door, he turned so fast that the floor creaked beneath him.
He didn’t expect her to come.
But there she was. Varnika.
Dressed in a casual maroon t-shirt and light blue jeans, her hair loosely gathered in a clip, she stood at the doorway like she wasn’t sure she wanted to be there.
Her eyes were tired but sharp, her expression unreadable.
Her arms were crossed.
Not defensive, just contained.
Her eyes met his, but only briefly.
Abhi opened the door slowly. “Hey…”
“Can I come in for a minute?” she asked.
Her voice was calm, but the edges were flat, controlled.
“Of course,” he said, stepping aside gently.
He stepped aside without a word.
Varnika stepped slowly into Abhi’s flat, pausing just a few feet from the door.
The soft click behind her as it closed seemed to echo more than it should in the silence.
The air inside 203 was cooler, quieter, the curtains drawn just enough to let in a filtered wash of golden afternoon light.
It painted warm lines across the living room floor, catching on the edges of a bookshelf, a corner lamp, the muted green of an indoor plant leaning toward the balcony.
She didn’t say anything at first.
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