Mahika and Amoli can't stand each other, but that's not the only thing they have in common.
Mahika treats Amoli like she's childish. Amoli thinks Mahika is a stuck-up prude. But Mahika's best friend and Amoli's brother are getting married, so they c...
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˗ˏˋ humid days and little wonders 'ˎ˗
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Only a few days after Naina leaves, Mahika wakes up to the sight of light sprinkle of rain outside her window.
Her mood immediately plummets some more—which is ridiculous, considering that lately, her emotions seemed to have found a permanent home on the floor—because apparently, it was possible for her week to get worse.
Mahika loves the rain, she really does.
But not when she knows it's going to drizzle upon the city for a few minutes and then stop abruptly, leaving behind a dense blanket of humidity in the air for the rest of the day. She scrunches her nose at the thought of having her clothes sticking to her the entire day, the thought of spending hours and hours outside doing hundreds of things with her mind stubbornly focused on how badly she needs a lukewarm shower so she can smell like herself again.
She considers skipping for the day, but the idea is gone as soon as it appears.
Mahika probably couldn't be that person even if she tried.
So she begrudgingly swings one leg over the edge of the bed and then the other, hunching over and burying her face in her hands for a few seconds before allowing her feet to touch the floor.
A specific kind of heaviness had settled on her shoulders as soon as Naina had left, and although it isn't enough to stop her from going about her day, its presence still demands enough attention to remind her that it's there. Throughout the day. Mahika doesn't know how long it's going to stay, but she can only hope that it doesn't weigh her down more with time.
When she brushes her teeth, her eyes pointedly stay away from the mirror in case she would notice the permanent frown etched on her face and only feel worse. Doesn't spend too long in the shower, aware that it's the one space in her house where she overthinks the most. Tries not to look at the framed picture of her and Naina on her desk from four years ago when they went out for a spontaneous drive so early in the morning that the sun hadn't come out yet, and fails.
She does fleetingly wonder if she's being dramatic—like this isn't supposed to hurt as much as she's letting it. Tells herself that Naina is only a call away and it's not like they'll never see each other again in person, right?
Just because there's distance between them doesn't mean their friendship is going to dwindle... right?
But before Mahika became friends with Naina, she had felt like the loneliest person alive. She knew it wasn't healthy to rely on another person for emotional support so heavily, but it had happened long before Mahika could have stopped it. Her parents got divorced. Her mother was never around much because of her work. No siblings. She was never too good at making friends. And Naina was the only person she saw most regularly.
