IT'S NOT OVER

Chapter 50

Vidhur's voice, barely a whisper through the cup-and-thread contraption, held a hint of defiance. "True friends," he said, "are the ones who lift you up when no one else notices you've fallen. It's a waste of time trying to explain it to those who wouldn't understand. Tiny-headed people," he muttered, likely referring to himself.

Haneesha narrowed her eyes, her brow furrowing in confusion. "Come again?" she pressed, her voice a low hiss. "What was that about tiny heads?"

Suddenly, a voice cut through the night – her mother's, calling from inside the house. "Haneesha, it's late! Turn off the light and get to bed!"

Haneesha, startled, mumbled a quick response to her mother, "Ha! Okay, Mom, going now!"

With a sigh, she pulled the makeshift intercom up, carefully placing the cup back on the table. She stole a glance at Vidhur below, her gaze lingering for a moment. Then, with a determined glint in her eyes, she grabbed a textbook and dropped it down.

Vidhur, ever the athlete, caught it ef