PART 5: The Comfort of Unspoken WordsThe next morning arrived quietly, as if it didn’t want to disturb the thoughts Aarushi had carried into sleep.She woke before her alarm.For a few seconds, she lay still, staring at the pale light creeping through the curtains. Her mind felt unusually awake—alert, restless, full. She reached for her phone instinctively, then stopped.Why am I checking already? she asked herself.She didn’t have Mira’s number.No messages were waiting.No plans were made beyond a simple “tomorrow.”And yet, tomorrow felt close.Aarushi got out of bed and stood near the window. The city looked ordinary—vendors setting up stalls,