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I wasn’t planning to cry tonight. But you know how feelings work — like unsent drafts you thought you deleted, they come back. Louder. Uninvited. I’m not asking for the moon. I just want a glimpse, a borrowed second of him looking at me the way I look at my screen when his name pops up. I crave nothing extravagant. Just one glance. One heartbeat-long moment that says, “I see you too.” But love… Love isn’t a vending machine. You don’t insert poems and expect affection to roll out. And yet, here I am...  The girl who carved universes in footnotes, who folded feelings like origami, and mailed them in the form of verses that sounded like metaphors but spelled his name in silence. He read them. He said “ beautiful .” But he never saw himself in them. He never saw me behind them. I’ve been screaming affection in lowercase. And he’s been replying with full stops. The worst part isn’t that he didn’t love me back. The worst part is — he never even noticed the emotions I had for him.  A...

 SATVIK  " Until someone openly says I LIKE YOU and I WANT US to be together. Take their kind gestures as them just being nice. We overanalyse a smile, replaying a compliment, thinking maybe this means something. But let's be real, unless someone genuinely says I LIKE YOU, it's just kindness. Not a hidden love story. And even if they like you but are unable to say it right now, they will surely say it one day if they feel for you that way." I recently read these lines somewhere and they clung to me like the scent of first rain on parched earth — raw, grounding, painfully true. Isn’t it odd how we lace ordinary moments with extraordinary hope? Every time I told him, “ You’re rare ,” I meant it in the sincerest shade of admiration, not as a breadcrumb of flirtation, but as a celebration of his existence in a world so noise-cluttered with apathy. And when he said kind things about me, it wasn’t a hidden signal just a mirror reflecting honesty. But the trouble with me? I ...

ANURAAG They said love born from screens and messages is nothing but a fleeting illusion — a mirage that wastes time and drains the heart. They said I was spinning my world around someone who barely knows me, someone who can’t be near when the nights grow heavy, someone who wouldn’t notice if I vanished from his life. Maybe they’re right, in a way. But what they could never see was how a heart can tether itself to moments that feel like nothing to others but become entire galaxies to the one who holds them. I never claimed his love, I simply guarded mine like a secret constellation drawn only in my sky.  He doesn’t know what he means to me, and maybe he never will. But there’s a kind of devotion in admiring someone from afar, in saving snapshots of his face like museum pieces, even if they vanish in one blink, one time mode. Just for those seconds, I let my eyes drink in the gentle chaos of him — the under-eye crescents speaking of sleepless battlegrounds, the dimpled corners that ...

  Drafted   -paused, not erased Life — that mischievous author with an odd sense of humor — rewrote my story once again. Only this time, the edit made me smile. You know those cinematic breakdown moments when the playlist hits betrayal mode, and your coffee starts tasting like regret? That was me. All it took was a single message — short, sharp, and dressed as casual honesty: " Why are your expectations so high up? " Now, I wasn’t out here building castles in the air. Maybe a modest balcony with some fairy lights. But that line? That was a sniper shot disguised as small talk. No "lol," no soft landing. Just straight into my overthinking headquarters. Within seconds, I had convinced myself I was the emotional version of a spam call — unwanted, overly frequent, and mildly exhausting. The spiral began. I drafted a full-blown farewell — a poetic eulogy to a connection that I assumed had been declared dead. My thumb hovered over “post” like I was launching a nuclear code...

  Swanity -one sided devotion  He caught feelings for me — and now I’m stuck in this twisted fairytale where I’m the villain without even trying to be. Recently, I got a proposal from a guy who, by all means, seemed like he was crafted by the universe’s "nice guy" department. He wasn’t just good; he was the kind of rare good that feels like finding a four-leaf clover in a field of weeds. Humble, genuine — the type of guy who probably rescues stray puppies on his way to work and calls his mom just to ask if she ate. He made efforts too — the kind that weren’t loud or performative, but quietly undeniable. The kind of gestures that belong in those painfully romantic, rain-soaked movie scenes where the guy stands there, drenched, holding flowers and his heart in his hands. Except this wasn’t a movie — it was real, and he was standing right in front of me, offering something most people spend a lifetime searching for. Something honest. Something pure. The problem? My heart had alr...

[Chapter 2] Eyeconic – Because his eyes deserve verses no poet could craft. They say when you love someone, you start loving everything they love. Sounds poetic, right? Well, in reality, it’s less poetry and more absolute madness. One moment, you’re a sane, logical human being, and the next, you’re out there Googling obscure facts about something you never cared about—just because he does. Case in point: Harry Potter . Did I grow up obsessed with it? Nope. Did I ever watch the movies? Not even a single one. Did I know the difference between a Dementor and a Democracy? Not really. But did I spend an unreasonable amount of time and effort trying to get my hands on a Harry Potter toy from Kinder Joy just because he wanted one? Absolutely . The obsession ran so deep that the juniors of mine ended up scavenging stores, trying to find one for me as a farewell gift. And me? The girl who once thought Dobby was some kind of WiFi device was now suddenly deep-diving into the House Elf Rights Move...

 [Chapter 2]  Clairvoyant   - Seeing a future with someone, even when they don’t. And the story ends... Well, that’s what everyone thought. For days, my poetry carried a weight it never had before, each word soaked in a sorrow unfamiliar to my writing. My friends began to assume this was the final chapter—the tragic ending to a story they had been reading all along. Really? The End? No, darling. Not this soon. Yes, I won’t deny that sorrow washed over me, but tell me—what meaning does light hold if you’ve never known darkness? What depth does joy have if you’ve never tasted sorrow? I don’t turn away from this pain—I accept it. I take pride in the way I preserved my softness, in how I refused to let heartbreak distort into resentment. My love never soured, and my devotion remained intact, even under the weight of disappointment. At one point, I did consider retreating. Deleting our conversations, removing his presence from my life, closing the door and never knocking again...

 [Chapter 2] Scarlet - Pain that shapes who we become  Time has a cruel way of shifting realities in the blink of an eye. The story that once felt like a dreamy Bollywood romance, filled with laughter and heart-fluttering moments, now stands eerily still—like a garden that suddenly forgot how to bloom. The happiness I carried for him, has now dissolved into something I never anticipated— Tears . Not because he did something wrong. Not because of some tragic betrayal. But because of a single sentence—just a few words strung together that managed to dismantle everything I had quietly built in my heart. I don’t even know how to react, what to say, how to breathe through this ache sitting heavy on my chest. I should be understanding—I have to be understanding. But why does it still sting so much? Maybe… because this is reality finally catching up to me. A few days ago, my cousin told me, " Too much obsession can wither the bond ." I laughed it off, thinking, Not us. Not this. Aft...

[Chapter 2]    Covalent   – A strong connection even the universe can't separate it.  It was half past one, the world outside cloaked in silence, the frost deep enough to sting the air at just 5 degrees. The night felt still, yet thick with anticipation, as if the sky itself had lowered, burdened by the weight of winter. My man returned home from his long, draining night shift, the doorbell slicing through the quiet, a sound that broke my waiting. I had been uneasy, watching the hands of the clock crawl, counting the moments until he’d be home. When I opened the door, there he stood—fatigue etched into every line of his face, his skin pale under the dim hallway light. His eyes, though half-lidded with sleep, held that familiar warmth, but tonight, even they seemed dulled, clouded by the weight of exhaustion. " Did you have dinner? " I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, careful not to disturb the stillness he carried with him. But my words slipped through th...

[Chapter 2]    Eclipse  – A hidden love waiting to glow I wasn’t exactly flooded with inspiration today. My mind was off somewhere—probably on vacation while my to-do list sat there, giving me the side-eye like a boss ready to assign me the next task. There was a time when I could just sit and let the words flow, effortlessly spilling pages about us, about the story we were building. But today? Blank. Empty. A void. We still talk. Well, " Talk " is probably a Strong word. It's more like exchanging text bubbles with the energy of a phone on 1%—barely hanging in there. No calls, no voice notes—just messages so dry, they belong in a pharmacy labeled " for external use only. " It’s the kind of conversation where you ask, “ How’s it going? ” and the reply takes longer to show up than a hospital bill you thought you’d escaped. Somewhere between emojis and memes, the art of a real conversation seems to have gone into a coma. The most thrilling interaction we've had...

  [Chapter 2]  Elysium   - An idyllic and perfect existence   You know how some people just walk into your life like they tripped over destiny's shoe-laces and crash-landed straight into your heart? Yeah, that’s him. I was living my grayscale, emotionally detached life just fine, minding my own business like a peaceful NPC, thinking love was nothing but a playlist of overhyped songs. And then this guy shows up—blasting my entire emotional bandwidth like someone spilled Holi colors into my black n white world. Now my entire vibe feels like one of those overly saturated Instagram filters—too vivid, too much, but also... kinda perfect. Ahem! At this point, I’m considering sending him an invoice, charging him property tax. Not even kidding—he’s been occupying prime real estate in my head, rent-free, fully furnished thoughts, premium emotional package included, zero maintenance fees. Man’s got a luxury suite with a balcony view straight into my overthinking brain, complet...

 [Chapter 2]   Zeal  – Passionate commitment to action You know how girls get butterflies when the guy she likes gets expressive with her? Well, I didn’t know I’d get a whole zoo of butterflies when simple emoji made my heart do backflips.  🦋🌝😂😍👀😉🥵🌻🍀🪐🔥🎀✨💀🙊🤍🤝🫂🧣 Kya apko bohot saare emojis dikh rahe hain? Kahan? Text ke upar? Haan, mujhe v dikh rahe hain! 😂 Haha, the Dora inside me wanted to explore him more, but all I could practically do is... Nothing. Leave it! 😂 The above you see are some of the most commonly used emojis between us. Of course, he uses them, and I just love how specific he is with his emoji usage. Guys aren’t generally that expressive compared to girls, right? I mean, if I want to appreciate him, I increase the letters, I go all out like—' youuuuu make mee happyyyyy, youuuu aree the bestttttt ' .And he responds with 'Thank you so much ✨🎀.' Now, imagine the same “ thank you ” without those emojis. It would sound so fika fika...

 [Chapter 2]    Limerence An intense romantic obsession Trust in communication should be  bigger than your overthinking. When two people connect despite the miles between them, maintaining meaningful conversations becomes essential. But, yeh overthinking naam ki cheez na, bond ka band baja ke chhodti hai! You are aware of their schedule, you know how packed their life is, phir bhi mann mein sawaal uthta hai, " Yeh message itnaa late seen kyun? " & the  irony? They still reply to every single texts of yours! Toh phir dikkat kis baat ki hai bhai? Dimag hi zyada over-smart ban raha hai shayad! A battle raged inside my head, jaise Bigg Boss ka naya season mere andar shoot ho raha ho aur dono contestants main hi hoon! One side was my overthinker self, sensitive, fearful, always getting anxious, while on the other side, there was the calm, understanding, mature side just trying to restore some peace. It felt like an eviction was about to happen or maybe I'd win th...