The soft evening light spilled through the curtains of Ishikaโs room, painting the walls in shades of gold. Sitting cross-legged on her bed, Ishika Malhotra dragged a comb through her long light-brown hair with far more force than necessary. Her hazel eyes flashed with irritation as she glared at the phone screen propped against her pillow.
On the other side of the video call sat her online best friend.
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