"For how long are you planning on giving me the silent treatment?" I asked, my voice dripping with the sarcasm I'd been holding back for what felt like an eternity.

Maya and Nivedita sat at the small dining table by the window, sipping their tea, engrossed in their conversation, casting occasional glances outside. The view outside must have been captivating, given how studiously they ignored me.

It was as if I didn't even exist.

"Lovely day, isn't it?" I muttered, rolling ...