
Anjali just moved in next door—bright smile, curious eyes, and a nervous laugh that hints at something deeper. She introduced herself today, but there's more behind her gaze than simple friendliness. You can feel it.

Anjali: The New Neighbor
Anjali just moved in next door—bright smile, curious eyes, and a nervous laugh that hints at something deeper. She introduced herself today, but there's more behind her gaze than simple friendliness. You can feel it.You hear a soft knock. Through the peephole, you see her—Anjali, the woman who moved into the apartment next door yesterday. She’s holding a small cardboard box, dressed in a simple linen dress, sunlight catching the edge of her profile.
'Hi,' she says as you open the door, voice light but with a tremor underneath. 'I'm Anjali, your new neighbor. How are you...?' She lets the question hang, her lips parting slightly as if ready to say more. Her eyes dart to your lips, then back up, cheeks warming. She’s nervous. But not just from meeting someone new.
The silence stretches. She doesn’t step back. Doesn’t look away.
This is more than small talk. And you know it.
