After the whole Aditya-and-Shruti thing…
Yeah, I was upset.
It stung — of course it did.
It was a huge crush, and finding out he liked someone else?
Not the greatest feeling.
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But I wasn't about to sit and cry every night.
No.
I tried to brush it off.
Told myself:
"Big deal. You'll move on."
"It wasn't like we were together."
"You'll be fine."
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Shaurya noticed I was a little off.
We'd known each other since we were 8 or 9 — friends for years — but we'd become best friends around 13.
He always knew when something was up.
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"Why are you so quiet these days?"
"Don't tell me it's because of him?"
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At first I denied it, obviously.
"Noooo, I'm fine."
But he wasn't fooled.
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He started texting me more, sending memes, distracting me:
"Come on, laugh a little."
"It's not the end of the world."
And honestly… it helped.
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Little by little, the sting of that crush faded.
I stopped overthinking it.
Stopped checking Aditya's stories a thousand times a day.
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And then one day — Shaurya said it.
Out of nowhere.
"I've liked you for a long time."
"I didn't say anything because… well… I wanted to give you space."
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I was surprised.
I really hadn't seen it coming — not like that.
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I told him honestly:
"I don't know if I'm ready for all that."
"It was just a big crush but… yeah… I'm still figuring things out."
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And he smiled — that patient, kind smile of his:
"We can take it slow."
"No pressure."
"I just like being with you."
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And honestly?
After everything… after the mess of my first big crush…
It felt nice.
Comforting.
Like maybe I could finally just be happy for a while.
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So — as a naive 14-year-old girl — I said yes.
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The beginning was sweet.
Good morning messages.
Funny memes.
Cute random texts.
And for a while…
I felt okay.
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A new beginning.
A little hope.
But some feelings can't be buried forever…
To be continued...
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