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The Bathroom Door Opened…
As if on cue, the bathroom door creaked.
Meera stepped out, face scrubbed clean, her hair now tied in a loose bun. She looked entirely different—but completely calm.
“Oh… you’re awake?” she asked, as if nothing strange had just occurred.
Ravi stared, stunned. “W-What is that… thing?!”
Meera offered a faint smile. “I don’t usually sleep next to strangers on the first night,” she said softly. “So I let my ‘little sister’ take my place.”
She nodded toward the mannequin.
“Wasn’t she sweet? Didn’t argue. Didn’t ask for anything.”
“You Said You Loved Experience…”
Ravi couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“That’s not a real person! That’s—it’s a doll!”
Meera sat on the armchair by the window, calmly sipping a glass of water.
“You said you loved experienced women,” she said, unfazed. “Well… experience teaches us that some sleeping arrangements work better than others.”
“And tonight,” she added, “you met one of mine.”
From that night on, Ravi’s marriage took a strange turn.
Sometimes, when he woke up in the middle of the night, he’d glance at the form sleeping beside him and wonder: Is that my wife… or her ‘sister’?
The experience taught him that intergenerational marriages, while rich in emotional connection, sometimes bring with them unexpected surprises.
And for Ravi, the most surreal surprise happened on the very first night.
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