[shailu4ever]

She walked in slowly, not with curiosity, but with intention.

Her eyes moved across the space—not to admire, but to anchor herself.

As if looking for something to hold onto.

The sofa.

The dining table.

A backpack hanging by the shoe rack.


“I’ve never been here before,” she said, not turning around.

Abhi shut the door gently. “I know.”

She walked toward the middle of the room, but didn’t sit.

Her fingers traced the edge of the dining table absently, then dropped away.

There was silence.

“You wanted to talk?” he asked quietly, careful not to fill the space too quickly.

She nodded faintly. “Not talk. Just… I didn’t want to leave without showing you what that morning did to me.”

That landed.

He stood a few feet away

Hands in his pockets, unsure whether to approach or give her space.


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