Next day morning!

##Nandu's POV
The house buzzed with Amma's jokes as Sowmya arrived, her footsteps sending flurries of excitement through every corner. "Look, my daughter's finally learnt to clean for someone—not for her mom, never for her brother, but for a best friend!" Amma called from the kitchen, making both of us crack up. Sowmya's gaze darted around, clearly surprised—her city eyes taking in the hanging mango leaves, the red-oxide floors, the open veranda framed by fields. "Nandu, your place is pure magic! I can't believe you just live here—like, how is this your normal?"
When Amma brought chai and spicy murmura, Sowmya whispered, "Bet you never get bored out here. This air is real." We nudged each other, then raced to my room, laughing as I showed her how I'd made my bed (for once) and lined up my books. Amma barged in, grinning, "Don't let her fool you, Sowmya—first time in years this tornado made her bed!" I blushed, hiding behind Sowmya who only hugged me tighter, our bodies pressing close, a promise of something secret in the way our curves met.