05-08-2025, 05:03 PM
The Room with Pink Secrets
Sirisha’s room was a soft riot of colors and energy, just like her.
The moment Ravi stepped in, he paused.
It smelled faintly of rose talc, a hint of shampoo,
And something sweet, like candied musk.
The curtains were floral, pink with soft yellow suns stitched into the edges.
A half-read book lay open on her pillow.
Her mirror was scattered with hair clips, kajal sticks, and an open lip balm, still glistening.
There was a worn plush bunny on the side table and a sleek silver laptop that sat beside a few pages of scrawled notes.
A long mirror stood angled to the right, partly hidden behind a standing laundry basket.
It was a lived-in space.
A girl's space.
Her space.
Ravi swallowed lightly.
“You can sit there,” she pointed to the edge of her bed,
Casually tossing her phone aside and sitting cross-legged on the other side,
The laptop opening with a soft chime between them.
Her jeans hugged her thighs as she shifted forward.
The crop top, though not tight,
Curved around her upper body in ways that Ravi had learned to politely ignore, and yet never quite forget.
He sat down, carefully.
Not too close.
Not too far.
Sirisha’s room was a soft riot of colors and energy, just like her.
The moment Ravi stepped in, he paused.
It smelled faintly of rose talc, a hint of shampoo,
And something sweet, like candied musk.
The curtains were floral, pink with soft yellow suns stitched into the edges.
A half-read book lay open on her pillow.
Her mirror was scattered with hair clips, kajal sticks, and an open lip balm, still glistening.
There was a worn plush bunny on the side table and a sleek silver laptop that sat beside a few pages of scrawled notes.
A long mirror stood angled to the right, partly hidden behind a standing laundry basket.
It was a lived-in space.
A girl's space.
Her space.
Ravi swallowed lightly.
“You can sit there,” she pointed to the edge of her bed,
Casually tossing her phone aside and sitting cross-legged on the other side,
The laptop opening with a soft chime between them.
Her jeans hugged her thighs as she shifted forward.
The crop top, though not tight,
Curved around her upper body in ways that Ravi had learned to politely ignore, and yet never quite forget.
He sat down, carefully.
Not too close.
Not too far.
.