That envelope was just lying there, smack in the middle of the kitchen table like it owned the place. Funny how something so tiny can feel like it’s radiating this weird, heavy energy, right? Avyukta could feel it before she even touched it, a buzzing tension in her fingertips, as if the air around the stupid thing had thickened. She reached out, almost expecting it to bite. Classic exam results. The universe’s favorite way to measure your entire existence with a single number printed in black ink.
Her parents were off in the living room, doing their thing, Bhavya folding laundry with the same concentration you’d use for bomb defusal, Neel barely blinking at his phone, scrolling endlessly like maybe he’d find a better version of today if he just kept swiping. Just another morning, nothing fancy, nothing tragic. Everything felt like it was holding its breath.
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