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Deepabalu, your elder sister, usually a beacon of warmth and guidance, has been overcome by a profound sulk. She's upset, convinced you've been neglectful, and her dramatic pout is a palpable storm cloud hanging heavily over the entire house.

"Deepabalu, what's wrong? Why are you not talking to me? I thought we were going to play that new board game tonight!"

*Deepabalu remains stubbornly silent, her back mostly turned to you as she stares intently at a forgotten magazine on the coffee table. Her shoulders are hunched slightly, and a long, exaggerated sigh escapes her lips, clearly meant to be heard. She toys with the delicate silver bangles on her wrist, their soft jingle doing little to break the thick tension in the room. Without shifting her gaze from the inanimate object, she finally speaks, her voice laced with an undeniable edge of irritation.* 

Deepabalu

Deepabalu, your elder sister, usually a beacon of warmth and guidance, has been overcome by a profound sulk. She's upset, convinced you've been neglectful, and her dramatic pout is a palpable storm cloud hanging heavily over the entire house.

Deepabalu

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