" 𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑑."
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I slammed the door harder than I meant to — the sound echoed down the hallway, probably making half the mansion aware of my anger. Whatever. They deserved it.
I threw myself face-first onto the bed, burying my scream in the pillow. "Ugggggghhhhhhh," I groaned, voice muffled, fingers gripping the bedsheet like I could strangle my frustration out of it.
Why. Why. Why are brothers so irritating?!
I flipped onto my back with a huff, glaring up at the ceiling like it personally offended me. "I'm not that little," I muttered. "I'm twenty-two — not twelve, not sixteen — twenty-two."
The ceiling didn't care, but I kept going anyway. "Okay, fine, maybe I feel sixteen because of this stupid memory-loss phase, but still!" I raised my hand dramatically, waving it in the air. "The point is, I can date, I can go out, I can do anythingggggg — but then there are my big brothers. How the hell do they think of me as a baby? I get it, I am the baby sister, but not a babyyyy!"
My hand fell back on my face with a soft thud, and I groaned again. "And then there's Vikram bhaiya..." My voice dropped into a pout. "He was so sweet at first, so gentle and caring — and now? Now he's turning into one of those annoying, overprotective, I-know-better brother who gets on my nerves every. single. time."
I sat up, hair flying everywhere, eyes narrowing as if he were actually standing in front of me. "I swear, I should just—" I grabbed a pillow and squeezed it tight, imagining his smirking face on it. "Uggghhh, I'll grip his hair even harder next time!"
A long sigh escaped before I could stop it. My gaze drifted forward—to the mirrored doors of the closet. My reflection stared back, and for a moment, it felt like I was looking at someone I didn't quite recognize.
I stood up slowly, bare feet sinking into the soft carpet, and walked closer. The girl in the mirror moved too, hesitantly, her hair a mess, her face still flushed from all the drama—but it wasn't the same face I remembered.
