Chapter 46

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🌙 Late Evening – Shivika’s Room

The post-meeting glow still clung to her cheeks like a blush she hadn’t removed. Shivika lay flat on her bed, face smushed into a pink strawberry-printed pillow, one leg flung over a plushie shaped like a sleeping cat.

Her laptop was open at her side, forgotten.

Her fingers were too busy scrolling Instagram reels on full volume.

“TOP 5 FLIRTING LINES TO MAKE YOUR BOYFRIEND BLUSH 💖”

She paused. Raised an eyebrow. Then rewatched.

Voiceover Girl (with pop music in background):
"Call your boyfriend and say — 'You know… I’ve been thinking about you all day. And I kind of miss your voice. What do we do about that?'”
#FlirtyNotThirsty #SoftGirlEnergy

Shivika’s cheeks turned pink instantly.

“Okay. That one’s cute. Not scandalous. I can pull this off.”

She picked up her phone.

Paused.

Put it down.

Rolled across the bed dramatically.

Picked it up again.

“God, why am I like this. Just call him, Shivi. Be normal. You’re literally dating him.”

She clicked on his contact:

🖤 Siddharth (Idiot Boyfriend) 🖤

It rang once.

Twice.

Then connected.

And in her softest, dreamiest voice, she whispered:

“You know… I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
“And I kind of… miss your voice.”
“What do we do about that?”

She smiled to herself, biting her lip, proud.

Waiting.

Waiting…

“Beta?”
A woman’s voice.
Gentle. Elegant. VERY NOT SIDDHARTH.

Shivika froze.

Her soul left her body.

“…Hello?” Siddharth’s mom said again, confused.
“Shivika beta? Yeh tum ho na?”

Shivika’s voice squeaked.

“AUNTY?! OH MY GOD I’M SO SORRY I—”

“Mujhe laga Siddharth ka koi important kaam hai toh phone utha liya. Vo toh bathroom mein hai,” aunty said sweetly, still trying to process what she just heard.

Shivika began pacing the room in panic.

“Aunty woh… woh actually rehearsal chal rahi thi! Theatre ka dialogue tha… audition hai kal… I swear!”

Siddharth’s mom, amused:

“Accha?”
“Toh audition phone pe boyfriend se hi hota hai?”

“No! I mean yes! I mean—it’s method acting!” she babbled, hands flailing even though no one could see her.

A beat of silence.

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