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There was a strange kind of silence that came after school ended. Not the peaceful kind.

The kind that made you wake up one morning and realize there was no timetable telling you where you were supposed to be. No uniform hanging behind the door. No rushing through breakfast because you were already late. No teachers calling your name from across the classroom.

For Rinaya, it felt like standing at the edge of something she couldn't see.

She had finished her twelfth. School was over. And somehow, everyone expected her to know what came next

"So, what are you planning to do?"

It was the question she'd been hearing everywhere. From relatives. From neighbors. From family friends. Sometimes even from people she barely knew.

"Which college?"

"Medicine?"

"Engineering?"

"What are you planning?"

Rinaya always gave the same answer.

"I don't know yet."

And then she'd smile politely and find a reason to leave before another question followed.

The truth was, she really didn't know.

She had written both her entrance examinations, NEET and KCET, and now there was nothing left to do but wait.

Wait for the results. Wait for counseling. Wait to find out where the next chapter of her life would take her.

For now, she was somewhere between being a schoolgirl and becoming an adult. And strangely enough, she didn't hate it.

She had time. Time to sleep late. Time to scroll through her phone without worrying about tomorrow's exam.

Time to sit by her bedroom window while the rain painted the world outside grey. And, most importantly, time to spend with the five people who had somehow become the most important part of her life.

They had known each other for only two years. Two years wasn't a lifetime. They hadn't grown up together. They hadn't shared childhood birthdays or school uniforms.

But somewhere along those two years, they had become home to one another. Rinaya's world revolved around them.

Because home, for Rinaya, had always been a complicated word. She loved her family. She really did. But loving people didn't always mean feeling completely comfortable around them.

Her father's drinking was something everyone in the house had learned to live around. He didn't drink all the time.

But when he did, the atmosphere at home could change. Some evenings, he came home cheerful, teasing someone or talking more than usual. Other times, his temper rose quickly, and a small disagreement could turn into an argument with someone in the family.

Rinaya had learned to notice the difference. The sound of the front door. The way he put his things down. The tone of his voice. The heaviness in his footsteps.

Sometimes, she could tell what kind of evening it was going to be before anyone said a word. She never knew exactly what version of her father would walk through the door.

So she learned to observe. To stay quiet when she needed to. To disappear into her room when things became tense. To wait for the house to become quiet again.

It wasn't that she didn't love her home. It was simply that home didn't always feel like a place where she could completely let her guard down. And perhaps that was one reason her five friends meant so much to her.

With them, she didn't have to read the room. She didn't have to wonder what mood someone was in. She didn't have to measure every word before saying it. With them, she could simply exist.

With strangers, Rinaya was quiet. Sometimes painfully quiet. She could walk into a room full of unfamiliar people and suddenly become extremely interested in her phone. She would think twice before answering even the simplest question, wondering whether her answer sounded stupid.

But put her around her friends? She was an entirely different person. She talked too much. Laughed too loudly. Made terrible jokes. Started arguments for absolutely no reason. Sent voice notes that were far longer than necessary. Stole food from everyone's plates and somehow still acted offended when someone complained. With them, she didn't have to think.

She could simply be herself. They were her comfort zone. Her safe place. And lately, she needed that safe place more than she wanted to admit.

Because there was something about Rinaya's life that none of them had known at first. Something she had kept locked away for months. Something she rarely allowed herself to think about for too long.

It had started with a message.

A Few Months Earlier

It was an ordinary afternoon. The kind of afternoon Rinaya probably wouldn't have remembered if it hadn't changed everything.

She was lying sideways on her bed, one leg hanging lazily over the edge, scrolling through her phone without really paying attention to what was on the screen.

The ceiling fan hummed above her. Outside, dark clouds gathered over the sky. The curtains moved slightly with the breeze coming through the half-open window.

From downstairs came the familiar sounds of home—vessels clinking in the kitchen, her mother's footsteps, and the occasional sound of a vehicle passing along the road.

Her phone vibrated. Rinaya glanced at the screen. An unknown number. She frowned. For a few seconds, she simply stared at it.

Then another message appeared.

Hi. Are you Rinaya?

Her thumb hovered over the keyboard. She didn't know the number. Still, something about the message made her sit up.

"Yes. Who is this?"

The reply came quickly.

"I need to tell you something. Please don't misunderstand why I'm messaging you."

Rinaya's eyebrows pulled together. The fan continued humming above her. She waited.

Three little dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again. Then finally—

"I'm sorry. I don't know how to say this."

A strange feeling settled in her stomach.

Another message arrived.

The girl told her who she was. And the moment Rinaya read the name, something inside her went still. She knew her. Not just knew her. She had once been close to her.

They had been friends until tenth standard.

There had been a time when they had shared everything—school gossip, silly secrets, inside jokes, little arguments that never lasted more than a day.

But things had changed after Rinaya got into a relationship.

The girl had slowly stopped talking to her. Not because Rinaya had chosen to walk away. It was the other way around.

The conversations became shorter. Then less frequent. Then almost nonexistent.

Rinaya had noticed. Of course she had. But she hadn't forced the friendship to continue.

People changed. Friendships changed. And eventually, they simply stopped talking. Years had passed since then. Yet now, that same name was glowing on Rinaya's phone screen.

And the next message made her heart drop.

The girl told her the truth.

She had been involved with Rinaya's boyfriend.

Rinaya read the message once. Then again.

Her eyes moved over the same words, but her mind refused to put them together.

No.

There had to be some misunderstanding.

She placed the phone beside her. The room suddenly felt different. The same bed. The same curtains. The same fan spinning above her. The same sounds coming from downstairs.

Nothing had changed. And yet, somehow, everything had. Her phone vibrated again.

The girl apologized.

But there was no explanation that could make the words disappear.

She knew about Rinaya. She knew about her relationship. She had known exactly who he was dating.

And still...

Rinaya couldn't finish the thought. Her fingers tightened around the bedsheet.

Another message appeared.

"Please don't confront him. I'm scared he might do something wrong if you do."

Rinaya stared at those words for a long time. She didn't know what she was supposed to say. She didn't know what she was supposed to feel.

Anger came first. Then disbelief. Then hurt. A kind of hurt she had never experienced before.

But she didn't call him. She didn't confront him. She simply sat there, staring at the phone until the screen slowly went dark.

"Rinaya!"

Her mother's voice came from downstairs.

"Tea is ready!"

Rinaya swallowed.

She wiped her face with the back of her hand and took a slow breath.

"Coming!"

She placed the phone face down on the bed. Then she walked downstairs as if nothing had happened.

She didn't tell her friends. Not that day. Not the next day. Not for weeks.

Whenever they asked why she seemed quiet, she smiled.

"I'm just tired."

When her mother asked if she was okay, she gave the same answer.

"I'm fine."

And somehow, those two words became easier to say than the truth.

She continued talking to her friends. She continued laughing. She continued living. But there was always a small part of her that felt like it was standing somewhere far away, watching everything happen.

She carried the truth alone. For months. Until one day, keeping it inside became heavier than saying it aloud. That was when she finally told her five friends.

There was no dramatic announcement. No carefully planned conversation. Just a moment when the words finally came out.

They listened. They stayed. They didn't ask why she hadn't told them earlier. They simply made space for her hurt.

And perhaps that was when Rinaya understood how much they meant to her. They weren't friends she'd grown up with. They hadn't known her since childhood. But in two years, they had become the place where she could finally breathe.

Present Day

Months had passed since that afternoon. The memories hadn't disappeared. But they no longer controlled every moment of her day.

That afternoon, Rinaya was lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling while the fan spun lazily above her.

Her phone buzzed. Once. Twice. Then continuously.

She didn't even have to look. She already knew. Her five friends had found another reason to disturb her.

Rinaya reached for her phone.

The Gossippp Girls💃🏻

Thirty-seven unread messages. She stared at the group chat.

"These people seriously have no life."

A smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She opened the chat. Someone was complaining about being hungry. Someone was sending reels. Someone had started an argument about where they should meet. And someone had apparently insulted someone else's choice of ice cream.

Rinaya rolled her eyes.

Normal. Ridiculous. Comforting.

She typed a reply. Within seconds, three messages appeared. Then five. Then ten. She laughed. A real laugh this time. The heaviness that had been sitting quietly inside her chest seemed a little lighter.

From somewhere outside her room came the sound of a door closing. Rinaya's smile faded for half a second. She listened. Nothing else followed.

She looked back at her phone. Her friends were still arguing about ice cream. A small smile returned to her face.

This was her little escape. Her five people. The place where she didn't have to wonder what mood anyone was in. Where she didn't have to be careful. Where she could be loud. Silly. Annoying. Completely herself.

Downstairs, her mother called her name.

"Rinaya!"

"Coming!"

She tossed her phone onto the bed and walked toward the door. As she stepped into the hallway, she paused by the window.

The rain had finally started. Tiny drops tapped against the glass, one after another. She watched them for a moment.

Author's note:

Her future was still uncertain. She didn't know where NEET would take her. She didn't know where KCET would take her. She didn't know which college she'd end up in. She didn't know which city she'd wake up in a few months from now. And she certainly didn't know that somewhere ahead of her was a friendship that would begin in the most unexpected way

A game. A phone. A few strangers. And eventually, someone who would become much more than a stranger.

But Rinaya didn't know any of that yet.

For now, she was simply a girl who had finished school, survived a heartbreak she had carried mostly in silence, and was standing at the beginning of a life she hadn't figured out yet.

She thought the hardest part was behind her. She had no idea.

Her story was only beginning.