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Suhasini

The clock in the dimly lit room ticked ominously, each second echoing like a drum in the stillness of the night. As the hour hand slowly inched toward midnight, a sense of urgency washed over me. I sat on the edge of my bed, my heart racing as I threw on the Surush's uniform, the fabric soft and familiar against my skin. It was not just any night; it was the night of the much-anticipated secret mission, and I was alarmingly late.

The problem was that my family and I had decided to sleep at the Malhotra mansion. By the time I arrived it was 11 o'clock and then I had to rush back home secretly and here I was.

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(Flashback to an hour ago)

"We should go now," I said trying to go back home as quick as I could.

"Why, stay here, na?" Godavari Atta said.

Then, Ruthvik Maya chimed in, "We parents haven't talk in so long."

"But these guys have school tomorrow." I said still trying to convince them.

"Then you should sleep here tonight. We have some of your old clothes you guys can use." Godavari Atta said.

"Okay then. We will stay here." Rushita said.

I mentally winced. I had the worst luck this month. First of all, with Ekaansh blackmailing me into doing things I didn't want to. Then, Varsha showing and Then Father showing and Yesterday, Devansh burned my favourite clothes.

"They should sleep. It is past ten." Varsha said. I finched a little. I forget she was here.

"Yeah, lets go." I said, agreeing with her.

I picked up a sleepy Sheela and Darsh picked up Saraswati who already slept.

(Flashback ends)

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I could see the silhouettes of my neighbors' houses, their windows dark and quiet as if the whole world was asleep while I was about to embark on a midnight adventure. With a swift glance at the, alarm clock, I felt a surge of adrenaline. As I darted through my house, the wooden floorboards creaked softly beneath my hurried step. I slipped out of the front door, my breath fogging in the crisp night air.

The moon hung high in the sky, a silver guardian casting its ethereal glow over the quiet suburban streets. Shadows danced around me as I hurried along, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement. I was late. Pushing through the dense underbrush, I finally reached the clearing bathed in moonlight. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the faint rustle of leaves. The makeshift table, a weathered plank resting on a pair of crates, was surrounded by flickering candles.

A group of my peers sat huddled together, their faces illuminated in the flickering light. I recognized a few of them—their laughter had always been inviting, a siren song calling me to this secretive world. But tonight, as I stepped into their circle, their joyous chatter fell silent. "Look who finally decided to grace us with her presence," sneered Ekaansh. His voice dripped with condescension, slicing through the stillness like a knife. He leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed, exuding an air of authority that made my stomach twist into knots.

I could feel the weight of their gazes—some curious, some judgmental—fixated on me, the latecomer. "I'm sorry, I—" I stammered, but my words were quickly swallowed by his laughter. It was sharp, almost cruel, echoing around the clearing.

"Sorry? Is that all you can say?" he continued, his eyes sparkling with anger. "You think this is a game? You think we're just going to wait around for you to show up?" I felt my heart sink, an anchor dragging me deeper into the ground. It was a night meant for camaraderie, for secrets shared under the watchful eyes of the moon, and instead, I was thrust into a pit of humiliation.

"I didn't mean to be late," I tried again, my voice barely a whisper.

"Oh, poor you," Ekaansh mocked, rolling his eyes. "Did the big bad world keep you from our little gathering? Or were you just too busy to care?" His words were like stones thrown at my confidence, each one hitting its mark and leaving me reeling.

I could see the other members shifting uncomfortably, some looking away, others unsure of where to place their loyalty. The wind picked up, rustling the leaves overhead, as if nature itself was trying to intervene. I took a step back, wanting to escape the suffocating atmosphere that had suddenly enveloped me. "I'm here now. Can we just move on?" I managed to say, trying to reclaim some semblance of dignity.

Ekaansh leaned forward, his dark hair cascading over his shoulders like a shroud. "Move on? How can we move on when you've shown such blatant disrespect for our time? You think you can just waltz in whenever you please?" His tone was biting, laced with venom. I wanted to shrink away, to disappear into the shadows and let them continue their mission without me.

"It isn't like I don't have a another life out there," I snapped.

"Oh really. Even I have a life out there, don't I? Atleast I am not you who practically sits home and does nothing. You don't even how to read and write. " He retorted.

"Ekaansh stop it. There times where all of us were late. Let her go," The Detective said.

"But, Veer–," The Swift started.

"Shut it." The Detective cut him off. "Ekaansh, our mission is our first priority. Now let's go."

"Fine. But don't think that this is over." Ekaansh warned me. I restited the urge to punch him in the face.

"Come on lets go." Sruthi said leading out of there.

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(Varsha's Pov)

I thought about what Vihaan said. It is true. The moonlight streamed through the sheer curtains of my bedroom, casting a silvery glow across the room that felt both serene and haunting. I lay wide awake in my bed, the soft sheets tangled around my legs, my heart racing with thoughts that refused to quiet down. It was past midnight, but sleep felt like a distant dream.

Instead, my mind was consumed with thoughts of him—Kasev. I rolled onto my side, the coolness of the pillow only amplifying my restlessness. The walls of my room felt like they were closing in, a cocoon of uncertainty wrapped tightly around me.

I could picture Kasev's tousled hair, the way the moonlight caught in his deep-set hazel eyes, making them glimmer with mischief and warmth. There was something electric about him, a spark that ignited within me every time he flashed that lopsided grin. My heart thudded in my chest at the memory, a mix of joy and anxiety bubbling beneath the surface.

Then, I thought back to what Vihaan said. What happened so out of control. What happened between me and Suhasini. I squeeze my eyes shut, willing the world to fade away, but the images surge—faces of friends, snippets of conversations, worries about tomorrow that gnaw at my mind. My heart races, a staccato rhythm that echoes the fluttering in my stomach. I throw the covers off, feeling the cool air against my skin as I sit up, my thoughts a tangled mess of questions without answers. I glance at my reflection in the darkened window, the moonlight spilling in like a whisper, illuminating the worry etched across my face. In this moment of solitude, I feel both small and vast, my feelings consuming me like the night sky overhead. I take a deep breath, but it feels insufficient, as if the air itself is heavy and thick, weighed down by my restlessness. I feel lost in an endless loop of confusion, desperate for the sweet embrace of sleep that remains just out of reach.

I could almost hear his voice, low and soothing, wrapping around me like a warm embrace. "You've got this," Kasev would whisper, and I'd feel a wave of calm wash over me. In that moment, I longed for the safety of his presence, the comfort of knowing that no matter what happened.

I roamed around my bedroom. Just wondering about the letter. I glance at the suitcase under my bed. It still has the letter in it. I sat down on the chair that was nearby.

I tried to write since the morning but I just couldn't . I sighed. Seems like I was still facing the same problem.

I sighed as I made up my mind to go to Suhasini. I chuckled, she must be fast a sleep. She was the one who slept. She dreamed and I wrote about it. All my writings were an inspiration of her.

I walked to her room quickly. I stood out outside of the room that she was sleeping in. I pushed the door open, expecting to be greeted by the sight of Suhasini, sprawled across her bed, lost in a world of colorful art supplies strewn about. But as I stepped inside, an unsettling silence enveloped me. The vibrant room, usually a whirlwind of creativity, felt eerily still; the plush pillows lay undisturbed, and the fairy lights twinkled quietly, casting delicate shadows on the walls. I called out Suhasini's name, the echo of my voice swallowed by the thick air, and unease crept into my chest. Glancing around, she noticed Suhasini's favorite sketchbook abandoned on the desk, pages fluttering slightly as if whispering secrets. The empty space where my Ex-bestfriend should have been felt heavy, and my heart raced.

Where was Suhasini?

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Akka - Older Sister

Annaya/Anna - Older Brother

Celli - Little Sister

Tammudu - Little Brother

Atta - Aunt

Amma - Mom

Nana - Father

(These are all Telugu)

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