It was evening when Nidhi entered her room. The sky outside was fading into soft amber, and the shadows grew long on the floor.
She paused by the door, a dull unease pressing against her chest. Everything looked as it always did her books on the desk, the curtains partly drawn, her bag leaning against the wall. Nothing out of place, yet something felt wrong.
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