Ravi shrieked:
“WHAT IS THIS?! MEERA?!”
The bathroom door creaked open. Meera stepped out—makeup removed, hair tied in a bun, completely calm.
“Oh… you’re up?” she asked gently. “I don’t usually sleep next to strangers on the first night… so I let my ‘little sister’ take my place.”
“Wasn’t she sweet? Didn’t argue, didn’t ask for anything…”
Ravi asked surprisingly:
“T-that… that thing… is fake?!”
Meera said:
“You said you loved experienced women… so you’ll have to get used to some… creative sleeping arrangements.”
From that night on, Ravi had a new midnight panic:
“My wife might be in the bathroom…but the one sleeping next to me?
I’m no longer sure she’s real.”
