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The theatre lights dimmed slowly, casting a velvet hush over the hall. The air buzzed with anticipation. Avi took the seat at the far-left corner of their row. Ananya was pushed next to him by Shakthi, she glared at him before she slid into her place, trying to appear calm.

Shakthi plopped down beside her, already looking suspicious of everything around him. Mithra, ever so calm much like her brother, sat at the far-right end, casually sipping her Coke.

Trapped in the middle, Ananya and Shakthi exchanged a solemn glance of mutual understanding, the kind shared by two people about to be tossed into a battle with no escape route.

Good luck,

Shakthi whispered under his breath.

Same to you

Ananya replied.

The film began with a scream — loud, jarring, and immediate. Ananya practically leapt out of her seat. She sat rigid, forcing herself to act normal, sneaking side glances at Mithra, silently praying she hadn’t noticed her flinch.

The movie didn’t slow down. Every few seconds, another jump scare exploded onto the screen. And every time Ananya gasped, clenched the armrest, or buried her face into her palms, she’d steal a guilty glance toward Mithra, determined not to seem like a coward.

But it wasn’t Mithra who noticed.

It was Avi.

He noticed the tiny, startled gasps she let slip. The way she instinctively brought the popcorn tub up to shield her face. The quick blinks when she tried to unsee something. Her fingers trembling slightly. Whimpers escaping before she could stop them.

He didn’t say a word.

Instead, he shifted—just slightly—closer to her.

When the music dipped into that eerie silence that always signaled an oncoming scare, Ananya whimpered under her breath, bracing herself. And just then, without a sound, a warm hand gently reached over and covered her eyes.

Startled, her breath caught in her throat. Behind the quiet shield of his palm, she blinked. Slowly, she turned slightly toward him.

But Avi didn’t look at her. His gaze remained fixed on the screen, calm and composed, as though this—this quiet, protective gesture—was the most natural thing in the world.

His fingers rested lightly over her eyes. No pressure. No fuss. Just enough to spare her the horror she clearly didn’t want to see.

A soft sigh escaped Ananya’s lips.

Something inside her settled. She inched a little closer, unconsciously leaning into the calm shelter of his presence. Her hand, still gripping the popcorn tub, tilted slightly toward him.

Without a word, Avi reached in and grabbed a few pieces, casually munching them—one hand shielding her from the horror, the other snacking like this was just another ordinary day.

As the jump scares continued, Ananya peeked through his fingers, sometimes shrinking back into him, sometimes letting her eyes flutter shut behind the safety of his hand.