Aitk. He told my boyfriend I was at his house—the exhausting saga of my toxic former best friend.
I need to write this down because every time I look back at the sheer audacity of this guy, my blood boils.
I’ve known Aditya since 2018 or 2019. Back then, I was dating someone else, so Aditya and I had strict boundaries. Just formal, casual classmates. Zero chemistry, zero weirdness. Then 2020 happened, I broke up with my ex, and Aditya and I fell out of touch completely.
Then came 2021. The absolute worst year of my life.
Early that year, I lost my father. My entire world shattered overnight. I was drowning in grief, depressed, and honestly just trying to survive my own head. My only escape was burying my nose in fiction, physical novels, and trashy Wattpad romance tropes. I was young, vulnerable, and completely wrapped up in this delusion of wanting a fictional boy to swoop in and save me.
Around February or March, offline classes resumed and Aditya was back. Except he was weirdly hostile—mean, sarcastic, constantly taking subtle digs at me. So I matched his energy. I was rude back. I felt literally nothing for him, and I thought the feeling was mutual.
Until this one college event.
I wore a saree that day. He barely glanced at me in public, didn't say a word. But the second I stepped into my house that night, my phone lit up with a text from him:
“Have you reached safely?”
I stared at the screen. In all the years I’d known him, he had never texted me something like that. I dryly replied, “Yes.”
Then he hits me with: “You could’ve asked me to drop you… it was late.”
Suddenly, the sarcastic jerk disappeared. In front of our batch, he was still the cool, nonchalant guy, but my DMs were a whole different story. He was constantly texting, constantly checking in. Then came the text: “Can we be best friends? I’ll call you bestie.”
And stupid, grieving me said yes.
From there, it snowballed. Casual texting became an everyday habit, then late-night calls, then random FaceTime sessions. Slowly, the act spilled into real life too. He was memorizing my likes and dislikes. One day I was having a terrible mood swing, completely quiet, and he leaned in and softly asked, “Are you on your periods?”
I swear my brain short-circuited. I was so emotionally starved that it hit me straight in the chest. I literally thought, holy shit, he’s a Wattpad character come to life.
It became an unspoken, unofficial relationship. I couldn't sleep without our late-night calls. It was so intense that one day, I tested the waters and dropped hints about making it official. A real commitment.
He straight-up refused. Just like that. 🙂
He made it crystal clear he didn't want a relationship, yet he expected all the emotional benefits of being my boyfriend. And the final nail in the coffin? I started noticing he was running the exact same soft-boy, attentive routine on other girls in our class. The illusion shattered instantly. I completely pulled back.
A few months later, I met someone else—my current boyfriend. The second I started talking to him, my late-night chats with Aditya naturally died. When my boyfriend eventually confessed his feelings, I said yes.
Here’s the plot twist: Aditya and my boyfriend went to the exact same school and were in the same section growing up.
The moment Aditya found out, he lost his mind. Suddenly my boyfriend was "a terrible guy" and "not right for me." He tried planting seeds in my head constantly. But the craziest incident happened in class: Aditya sat next to me, and I excused myself to use the washroom, leaving my phone on the desk.
My boyfriend happened to call right then.
Aditya actually picked up my phone, said into the mic, “Yeah, she’s with me at my place,” and hung up.
I was furious. It took me a while to calm my boyfriend down and untangle that absolute mess of a lie. After that, I was completely done with Aditya.
Fast forward to 2024.
Out of nowhere, Aditya calls me. Out of the blue, he starts confessing his undying feelings for me—knowing damn well I had been in a committed relationship for years. And then, he dropped this gem of a sentence:
“I’ll accept you even if you’ve had sex with him.”
I was disgusted. The entitlement, the fake-savior complex—it made my skin crawl. I gave him a very firm, cold NO and hung up.
A few hours later, I opened Instagram. Aditya had posted a Close Friends story kissing a girl (who literally used to be my school classmate) with the caption: “Happy one month anniversary my love.”
My jaw dropped. I immediately texted a couple of mutual friends who were supposed to be on his close friends list to ask what was going on. They said, “What story? Nothing is showing up for us.”
This unhinged man literally made a custom Close Friends list with just ME in it, just to post his anniversary photo hours after begging me to take him back because his ego was bruised. You cannot make this stuff up.
In 2025, we had a reunion. I spent the whole night dodging him. Around 11 PM, when everyone was leaving, he cornered me and insisted on dropping me home. I told him no, I’d take a cab, but he wouldn't let it go. He was practically begging, still throwing around the word "bestie" like nothing had happened. I called my boyfriend to keep him in the loop so there wouldn't be any misunderstandings, and reluctantly got in the car.
The entire drive was nauseating. He wasn’t acting like a man with a girlfriend at all. He kept showering me with compliments, telling me how pretty I looked with my hair open.
I snapped: “You have a girlfriend, Aditya. Behave yourself.”
He immediately retreated into his phony gentleman persona. His stop was a full 3 kilometers before mine, but he insisted on driving all the way to my building gate, gave me this smug little smile, and drove off.
A few months ago, he had the nerve to invite me to his birthday party. I just hit him with a dry “Not feeling well, can’t make it” and left it at that.
what the actual fuck he wanted? He still sometimes text me and I keep the the replies as dry as possible😭😭😭.