39. WHERE HEARTS BELONG

Megha sat on the bed, her legs crossed under her, phone in hand, eyes half-lidded from exhaustion. The past few days had drained every ounce of energy from her, and finally, tonight, there was a sliver of calm. Her damp hair fell over her shoulder as she scrolled through reels, mindlessly giggling at a few before pausing to reply to Veena's texts.