The day had finally arrived.
Saisha had made up her mind. She was going with Aman. She would stay with him, work with him, laugh beside him.
She couldn't afford to miss this chance. Not just because it was a golden opportunity…But because he was a part of it.
And that changed everything.
Saisha packed lightly, but her heart was anything but light. With every folded piece of clothing, she folded a part of her nervous excitement.
Standing in front of the mirror, she whispered to her reflection, "This isn't just a trip. It's something more."
The car arrived. Aman was already inside, sunglasses on, phone in hand, looking like every girl's daydream. She climbed in. Their eyes met briefly. He smiled.
"Ready?" he asked.
"More than ever," she replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
The road ahead curved through the hills, trees dancing along the sides as if welcoming them. Inside the car, a comfortable silence lingered, music playing softly in the background, and their shoulders just barely brushing when the car took sharp turns.
Hours passed. The sun began to set behind the mountains.
They finally arrived at the guest villa nestled between valleys and mist.
"Wow…" Saisha breathed, stepping out, overwhelmed by the serenity.
"You'll love it here," Aman said, pulling out his bags. "We shoot early tomorrow. But tonight ...tonight, you rest."
He led her to her room, a cozy space with vintage windows, soft bedding, and warm lights. As she put her bag down, he paused at the door.
"Thanks for coming, Saisha. It means a lot."
She looked at him, really looked at him, this boy she once only knew from behind a screen. And now, he was here. Real. Kind. Thoughtful.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world," she said softly.
He smiled again, but this time… something lingered in his eyes.
Was it gratitude? Was it something more?
Before she could decode it, he said a soft goodnight and walked away. She closed the door, heart racing. Because what scared her more than the lie she was hiding…It was how much she wanted this week to never end.
The sky was velvet black, studded with stars, the flames of the bonfire crackling in rhythm with everyone's laughter. Saisha sat close to Aman, his arm brushing hers every now and then, her heart fluttering with warmth she hadn't known in years.
He looked genuinely happy, his smile wider, eyes brighter, and Saisha… Saisha felt content.
Until her phone buzzed.
She ignored it, not wanting anything to ruin the moment. She hadn't checked her messages in hours. She didn't feel the need to, as she was going to tell the truth to aman that she`s his mystery girl, his secret obsession, his babydoll.
But fate didn't wait for her to open her phone. Fate arrived on its own.
Aman returned from grabbing a drink, excitement practically vibrating off him."Saisha!" he said, unable to hold in the joy. "Guess what? She texted me back! Finally!"
Her brows furrowed. "Who?"
"Her!" he laughed, eyes shining."Your friend, My babydoll. She messaged! She's coming here. Tonight."
Saisha blinked.
What?
"W-what are you saying?" she stuttered, trying to keep her voice calm. "She's... coming here?"
Aman nodded eagerly, looking like a teenage boy about to meet his first love."Yeah! She said she's nearby and she's dropping in for a surprise. Saisha, I can't tell you how long I've waited for this."
Her stomach twisted. Her breath caught.
She was that girl.
She was the one he had been obsessed with online. She was the one who had texted him, months ago, behind the screen. But she hadn't replied recently. She had been with him. In front of him.
And if she hadn't texted… then who had?
Before the dread could settle, it happened.
A car pulled up.
Everyone turned. The music slowed. The fire still danced. A girl stepped out, heels first, confidence pouring off her like perfume.
She walked straight toward the crowd… her eyes locked with Saisha's.
Angel.
And behind her perfect smile was a storm. Her eyes met Saisha's, and they screamed everything she didn't say aloud.
"You really thought I'd let you have him, too?"
Saisha stood frozen, the flames lighting up her face, her eyes burning with unshed tears.
Angel stepped closer, hugged Aman tightly. And then… she looked right into Saisha's eyes and smiled.
That smile wasn't sweet. It was vengeance dipped in sugar.
Aman turned to Saisha, clueless, glowing with happiness."Isn't she amazing?"
But Saisha didn't respond. She couldn't. Because her past had walked right back in… wearing heels, lipstick, and a memory full of revenge.
And in that moment, one truth shattered her completely:
"She wasn't the only one hiding something."
The night had ended for everyone… everyone except Saisha.
Laughter had faded, the fire had died down, and everyone had returned to their rooms with hearts light and warm. But Saisha, she sat on her bed, broken. Tears streamed silently down her face as she stared blankly at the ceiling. Her heart was caving in under the weight of betrayal and shame.
First, Yash had ruined everything.
He made her believe in love only to abandon her in the most brutal way possible.
And now...his ex-angel was doing the same.
Saisha thought this trip would be a new start; she would get closer to Aman, prove herself, maybe even find peace. But that tiny bit of hope was shattered the moment Angel walked in pretending to be her. Pretending to be the girl Aman had been obsessed with.
Her.
And the worst part? Aman believed it.
She had no idea how that one lie, the one where she hid her identity online, would destroy everything she had slowly begun building.
Still sobbing, she walked out of the room. The sky stretched above her like a silent witness, dark and endless. She wrapped her arms around herself as if trying to hold her pieces together.
Then she heard footsteps. And a voice she could recognize anywhere.
"You really thought you could steal Yash from me and I'd just sit quietly?"
Saisha turned sharply.
Angel.
Standing there like a ghost from her past, but far crueler now.
Saisha's voice cracked. "Angel… what you did tonight was disgusting. That was too low."
Angel laughed. "Wow. And suddenly this dumb little puppet can speak?" She smirked, stepping closer. "Go ahead, Saisha. Run to Aman. Tell him the truth."
"I will." Saisha snapped. "I'm done being scared of you."
"Oh yeah?" Angel crossed her arms. "And what exactly are you going to tell him? That you've been catfishing him? That the girl he was falling for online was you… But you didn't have the courage to say it? That you're living a lie?"
Saisha's breath caught.
But Angel wasn't done.
"And should we tell him about the pregnancy too?"
Silence.
Saisha froze like a statue. Her heart stopped. She felt exposed, naked, ripped open.
How does she know...?
She whispered, almost breathless—"How do you know that?"
Angel's smirk deepened. Her voice softened into poison. "So it's true."
"You came here through Yash… didn't you?" Saisha murmured, finally putting the pieces together.
Angel didn't answer. She didn't need to. The satisfaction in her eyes was enough. Saisha couldn't tell Aman anything.
Instead, she sent voice notes to Sam, pouring her heart out, telling her everything that happened the night before, every word, every heartbreak, every hidden truth.
And with that, her secret was buried.
Moments later, Sam came rushing into her room."Saisha… I told you this would only lead to heartbreak." She didn't say anything. She just threw herself into Sam's arms and cried, loudly, uncontrollably, as if every breath she'd been holding back for days was now breaking free. Her sobs echoed through the hallway.
One by one, people gathered outside her room.
Aman was there too. So was Angel.
Angel was smiling inside. Her eyes danced with satisfaction, like her plan had finally fallen into place.
But Aman, he looked genuinely worried. His brows furrowed, his lips pressed into a tense line.
He stepped closer and knocked on the door.
"Saisha… are you okay?" he asked softly.
But it was Sam who answered.
"She's okay. Please give her some space, Aman."
Everyone slowly left.
Everyone… except Aman.
He remained there, standing outside her door, quietly listening to her sobs from the other side. He didn't know why it hurt so much to hear her like that—he just knew that it did.
Then Angel touched his arm.
"Aman, come on… let's go," she said sweetly.
"No, baby. I want to stay," he replied, his eyes still on the door.
Angel's voice hardened slightly, "Aman, please. She's just… being dramatic. Pick me instead."
He looked at her, surprised. "What? Angel… how can you say something like that? You've never spoken like this before."
She blinked, trying to soften her tone. "Sorry… sorry. Just come with me, please?"
Reluctantly, Aman nodded, letting Angel drag him away.
But deep down… he knew something was off.
Because Angel could never be Saisha.
Not her words. Not her silences. Not her fire, nor her softness. She didn't carry that same magic, that same heartbreak, that same soul.
And one day… Aman would realize that.
Inside the room, Sam whispered to Saisha, brushing her hair gently as she sobbed in her lap, "He'll see it one day, Saisha. The truth always comes to the surface."