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Currently I’m 26, I still sometimes think about the girl I dated in 6th standard.

Not because it was some great love story.

But because that tiny little relationship had more innocence, more stupid sacrifices, more guilt, and more drama than some adult relationships I’ve seen today.

I’m talking about stolen money, Archies gifts, changing school subjects for love, secret midnight SMSes, a surprise train meetup, and then me ruining it all because I was a complete idiot.

It sounds funny now, but back then every single thing felt life changing.

A little context about me and my school first. I studied in a co-ed school, and the girls in my class were actually quite pretty. There was this trio of three super popular girls in school — proper Kareena Kapoor Pooh vibes — and somehow I was very close to them. That guy was me.

Now I wasn’t the most popular kid in the whole school, but I was definitely known in my standard. I was that studious kid who always scored 90 and above, but at the same time I had this huge mischievous side. I was super fun-loving, always cracking jokes, gelling up with people quickly, the kind of person around whom people genuinely enjoyed being. In short, brains of a first bencher, acts of a back bencher.

So one day these three girls and I were talking, and they randomly told me that I should date this one other girl from our class because she was cute and — listen to the logic — we were from the same caste so it would be easy to get married later and our parents would agree because both of us were single children. 😂 Imagine. We were planning marriage before even having a relationship.

Then these girls started teasing me in front of that girl, and I used to get all shy. Slowly this became a rumour in class that me and her were dating. Let’s call her Nikita.

She was cute, tall, very skinny, and had this tiny little mole on her chin which made her look even more cute. So me and Nikita started talking more. I would intentionally ask her for notebooks just so I could take them home and “copy work” even when I didn’t need to. She was always very helpful towards me. We would sit together and do all those tiny cute things that probably sound stupid now but meant everything back then.

Then we exchanged numbers. This was the Airtel SMS pack era — ₹19 for a whole month — and neither of us had our own phones. So every night we would wait for our mothers to sleep, secretly take their phones, and then message each other. Those night conversations became the best part of my day.

Eventually I couldn’t hold my horses anymore. I proposed to her. And guess what? Of course she said yes.

Just like that, our cute little relationship started. We would sit together, hold hands, I would pluck random flowers from school and give them to her. Whenever we came close to each other, our heartbeats would start racing and we would breathe so heavily like some full Bollywood romantic scene was happening.

She was such a sweetheart that one day she got me an Archies keychain with a guitar and fake diamonds on it, and she also bought me one of those Archies letters. Only problem was the letter said: “To the girl I want to marry.” 😂 Because she was too scared to buy one meant for a boy. So that cutie went back home, removed the word girl, and wrote man with her own hands before giving it to me on Valentine’s Day.

I was completely gone. But at the same time I felt so guilty because I hadn’t gotten her anything. Archies was a BIG thing back then and I had no money. So for the first and only time in my life, I stole a ₹500 note from my father’s pocket. 😂 Still guilty. Never got caught.

I went straight to Archies and bought her a card, a pendant with chain, and a ring. She loved all of it. And yes, before Valentine’s Day too I had celebrated all the mini versions — flowers, chocolates because they were cheap, even a small teddy whenever I could manage — but I had forgotten to get her something on the main Valentine’s Day itself, which is why she gave me gifts first and I gave mine the next day. She went crazy. She was so deeply, innocently in love with me. And so was I.

We even kissed once. Not a smooch or anything, just a tiny peck in our classroom after school when everyone had left. But back then that one peck meant the whole world.

Now comes the part that still melts me when I think about it. When we were getting promoted from class 6 to class 7, we had to choose an additional language — French or German. I was very good at French, so naturally my family wanted me to choose French too. But Nikita wanted German. And she was very upset because French students and German students would have separate classrooms. She didn’t want us to be apart.

On the final day of submitting the form, she was roaming around the classroom all anxious and restless. I asked my friend what happened. He explained everything. My form already had my parents’ signature. All I had to do was tick French. But for her happiness, I ticked German. Went against my family. Got scolded like anything at home. Still felt worth it.

But this girl had not finished being adorable. One time I was travelling back to my hometown. For context, both our hometowns were in the same state. I casually told her, “I’ll be travelling on this date by this train.” That sweet little psycho forced her family to book tickets on the exact same day on the exact same train, and I had absolutely no clue.

I boarded, said happy journey and all to her over text, and after a couple of hours I suddenly saw a girl crossing our cabin who looked exactly like her. She knew my coach and seat number, so she knew where to find me. She crossed once. Then came back. And I knew it was her.

I don’t even know what I was feeling in that moment — scared, happy, excited, butterflies, everything together. I told my family I was going to pee and followed her. We met two coaches away from mine. She told me all the efforts she had put in just to see me. I was almost crying. I hugged her. I held her hands. And that was it. Class 6. Indian train. Strict families. We were not that bold. I told her to go back. But the fact that she did all that just for me… I still remember that moment so vividly.

Things were great between us. Our relationship went on beautifully for a good 7–9 months. Until one random day, out of nowhere, I convinced myself that I was doing something wrong. This is not the age for all this. I’m wasting time. I stole because of this. She is a bad influence.

Mind you, she was not a bad influence. I was just a chutiya. But what do you expect, I was in 7th standard.

So one day, like the coward I was, I asked one of my male best friends to go and tell her that it was over because I didn’t have the guts to say it on her face. That scene is still clear in my head. I was standing at one corner of the classroom. She was standing at the other. My friend walked up to her and told her. I kept looking from a distance. The moment he said it, she looked at me. And I felt so damn guilty.

When my friend came back, I nervously asked him, “What did she say?” He said, “It’s okay. I understand.” That was all.

I never spoke to her after that. In fact I avoided talking to her because I was a pussy and couldn’t handle the guilt.

Eventually things started normalising. Around that same time, my family planned a vacation and I desperately needed that break, so I went away without informing anyone in class except one person — my male best friend.

Now let me introduce him. He was the topper of our class. Complete bookworm. Very smart. And he had a girlfriend who sat right in front of him. So naturally me and my best friend used to sit behind his girlfriend and her girl best friend. 😂

My best friend was Ritik. His girlfriend was Geet. And Geet’s best friend was Nayla — again, another very pretty girl.

So after I came back from vacation, my classmates started bombarding me. “Where were you?” “Do you know one girl was looking for you?” “She was so concerned!” “She kept asking about you!”

I was confused.

Guess who they were talking about?

Nikita?

No.

Nayla. 😭

Everyone started hyping me up. “Nayla likes you.” “She secretly admires you.” “She was worried for you.”

And me, being the crazy dumbass I was, I proposed to Nayla. 🥲 And of course she said yes.

Exactly one month after breaking up with Nikita.

Poor Nikita was completely disheartened. She started thinking I had broken up with her just to be with Nayla, but in reality you know what actually happened.

And this is where things started getting messier than any 7th standard child should have been allowed to experience because now it wasn’t just me and Nayla. It was me and Nayla, Ritik and Geet… and a full-blown double dating saga.

Part 2 if people are interested.

Part 1 of the college saga for context:

https://www.reddit.com/r/ThingsIDontUsuallySay/s/e1ZiVmbEKJ

"Pata hai aaj kya hua"

Okay so yes… your boy is in a relationship again.

But this time things were different.

It wasn’t like before. This wasn’t just cute or emotional. It was a bit more real… a bit more intense. There was attachment, there was comfort, and yeah… there was definitely some level of lust involved too.

The weird part?

We had never met.

1500 kms apart… and still somehow managed to reach each other’s lives. We used to spend most of our day together. Calls, video calls… and then nights were for games. I had nothing much to do at that point and same was the case with her, so it just became… normal.

Too normal.

We even made our own Discord server. I used to play songs there and she’d just listen to them and fall asleep. That became our thing. Everyday.

And honestly… it felt easy. Maybe a little too easy.

She was older than me. Around 2 years. So somewhere in my head I had already assumed she’s more mature, more sorted, more emotionally stable. She had already finished her bachelor’s. I was just entering college. Different stages. Same story.

And still… we went ahead with it.

We knew the problems. Distance, family, caste, everything. We talked about it multiple times. We knew it wasn’t going to be easy.

But we still chose it.

At least that’s what we told ourselves.

Meanwhile, life was also moving. I got my college. And with that… a new version of me slowly started coming out.

I had started going to the gym. Not anything crazy, just trying to fix myself a bit. I already had a decent build, just needed polishing. But gym wasn’t just physical. It changed something mentally too. I felt more confident. More active. More… present.

And when I entered college, I wasn’t the same guy from school anymore.

I could talk to people easily. I gelled up quickly. And PUBG helped a lot there too. Anyone who played… I had something in common with them instantly.

And yes… there were a lot of beautiful women around.

But I was clear about one thing.

Whenever someone asked… I told them I’m in a relationship.

No confusion. No hiding.

Then came freshers.

My first proper college event.

It had 3 rounds — ramp walk, talent, and then Q&A.

First round was ramp walk, in pairs. And I got paired with this girl — Preeti. She was Punjabi. Extremely fair, soft spoken, but smart. Not loud, not over the top… but she had her presence.

And yeah… she looked really good.

We started practicing together along with our group. Me, her, and a few others slowly became a small circle. For talent round, I had no clue what to do, so I focused on ramp walk. And somehow… I was actually enjoying it.

Now here’s the funny part.

On stage, I used to switch into this completely different person. Nonchalant face, slow walk, like I own the place.

And the moment I step down… back to the same old idiot you’ve been reading about. 😂

Me and Preeti had good chemistry as partners. We looked good together. But I made it clear from the start that I have a girlfriend, so things stayed in line.

She was single though. Just saying.

Now comes the day of freshers.

I walked the ramp with Preeti like some Lakme Fashion Week model in my head. Beige pants, black indo-western… full setup. She was in a red bodycon dress.

And we had planned a small move at the end.

At the last point, I held her hand, gave her a spin and then pulled her slightly towards me like that Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi pose.

We didn’t tell anyone.

And the moment we did that on stage… people went mad. Proper shouting, clapping, whistles. Because it was unexpected.

That one small thing changed everything.

We cleared the first round easily.

Now comes talent.

Solo round.

And I had something planned.

Wanna guess what I might’ve done?

Take a pause. Think.

You know me by now.

…

Okay enough.

I sang.

I gave them a karaoke track and sang “Milne hai mujhse aayi…” and as soon as I started… people actually started screaming.

1500 people in front of me… and your boy standing there with a mic like he knows what he’s doing.

Truth? I’m an average singer. But I stay in sync. And after a series of horrible performances before me… my average performance felt amazing to them. 😂

Backstage, a few girls came up to me saying “you sing so well” and I didn’t even know how to react. I just smiled and said thank you.

When I came back, my friends lost it. “Bhai tu gaata hai?!” “Yeh kab se??” Even I was like… good question.

And when I saw the recordings later… I realised something.

People were actually paying attention.

Preeti was sitting with my group and when I started singing she literally said, “OMG he sings so well… I wish he didn’t have a girlfriend, I would’ve dated him instantly.”

I know it sounds weird writing this.

But yeah… it happened.

And I won’t lie.

I loved it.

The attention. The reactions. The way people looked at me after that.

For the first time in a long time… I liked that feeling again.

I showed Rebecca the video later.

But not the whole thing.

I cut a part out.

The part where Preeti said that.

I just told her my friends started recording late.

And she believed it.

It wasn’t cheating.

I didn’t have any bad intentions.

I just didn’t want unnecessary chaos.

Or maybe… I didn’t want to deal with what would come after.

Then came the final round.

Results.

I didn’t become Mr. Freshers. Some other guy with a guitar took that.

But I won Mr. Most Well Dressed.

Not bad, I’ll take it.

Ended the night with a DJ party. Good music, good crowd, good vibe.

But the whole point of telling you this freshers story is this —

I had chances.

Plenty of them.

To talk to new people. To get closer to someone. To start something.

But I didn’t.

Not once.

Because this time…

I was committed.

"Pata hai aaj kya hua"

Some of you must be wondering why there’s an AI-generated image and a long-ass paragraph without any TLDR.

To those who have already been a part of this journey — thank you and congratulations. You’ve made it this far somehow. 👏🏻

For new readers, you can start from here too, but for better understanding you can read the school love saga first and then come back to the college saga.

https://www.reddit.com/r/ThingsIDontUsuallySay/s/xniXW6J8B9

So after successfully disappointing my family in 11th standard, I repeated the whole year again. This time no JEE bullshit, no extra pressure, just somehow trying to fix what I had broken. I completed 12th too, with pretty decent marks I’d say.

And then exams were over.

That weird phase started where you suddenly have nothing to do. No school pressure, no immediate exam, no fixed routine. Just waking up and existing. Life was a little stable now. My father had started talking to me again after several months. My parents had also accepted that whatever happened, happened. Things were not perfect, but they were better.

Now one thing about me — I was always a big-time gamer. I used to play PUBG PC before, and when PUBG Mobile launched, obviously I tried it too. Compared to PC it didn’t feel that great initially, but my main motive was not graphics or anything. I just wanted to chill, reconnect with friends, kill time and honestly…

I didn’t fix anything after that.

I just found something to keep me distracted.

So I gathered some school friends and we started playing every night. I had a Redmi Note 5 Pro back then and oh god, that phone used to run PUBG so smooth. That little thing was carrying my social life.

Slowly PUBG exploded in India. Everyone was playing. Everyone had a squad. And somewhere in that whole madness, I found something I hadn’t felt in a long time.

Attention.

Not the school kind. Not the marks kind. Not the “good boy” kind.

Something different.

People actually enjoyed playing with me. I used to crack stupid jokes, act like I was new to the game, and then suddenly play properly. Basically I used to pretend like I didn’t know what I was doing, and then when things got serious, I’d start playing well and people would get impressed.

Childish? Yes. But It worked.

Also one more thing I should mention. Puberty had hit me properly by then. Before puberty I had this slightly feminine voice and people sometimes confused me for a girl on phone. But after puberty, my voice changed completely. It's almost like someone punched my adams apple which make my voice into a deep voice, calm tone, the whole thing.

Not flexing, just giving context.

People couldn’t see you. They only heard you.

And somehow my voice + jokes + gameplay started working. People liked playing with me. Random squads became friends. Friends became Instagram followers. I had around 400-something followers before PUBG, and after some time it went up to 1.1k just because I used to play with people, they enjoyed, and then we’d exchange Instagram.

For a guy who had recently gone through failure, shame, heartbreak and all that nonsense… this felt good. Maybe a little too good.

For a while, it almost felt like nothing had gone wrong before this.

I met a lot of people there. Some funny, some weird, some genuinely nice. But let me not go off track.

The real story starts with a girl from the Northeast.

Let’s call her Sanya.

One day I matched with her, did my usual “I’m new to this game” act, and she actually had a lot of fun playing with me. We talked, played more, and then she asked for my social handles. I gave her my Instagram, and slowly we started talking outside the game too.

For almost a week, we played every day. And I could sense something. She liked talking to me. I liked talking to her too. That little excitement when her message came… that small wait before going online.

But I had never been into long-distance anything before. So I didn’t know what this was supposed to become. I just knew it felt nice.

Then one day Sanya brought her best friend to play with us. Her name was Rebecca.

And obviously, because I learn nothing from life, I did the same trick on her too. Acting like I was a total noob, then suddenly playing well.

And Rebecca was impressed.

Like properly impressed.

After that things got messy.

I was more interested in Sanya at first. I genuinely was. But Rebecca came in with way more energy. More texts, more calls, more attention. And slowly Sanya started maintaining distance.

I don’t know why. Maybe because of Rebecca, maybe because she didn’t want drama, maybe because I was reading things wrong from the start. But from my side, it felt like Sanya was moving away and Rebecca was coming closer.

And me?

I just went with the flow.

Because apparently that’s my toxic superpower.

Let me describe Rebecca.

She was around 20, two years older than me, from a small town in the Northeast. Around 4’11, big eyes, average build — not too skinny, a little curvy. She was very active on Instagram and wanted to become a fashion influencer or makeup artist. But her family was extremely conservative.

So there was this constant conflict in her.

Online she wanted to be expressive.

At home she was restricted.

Small chats turned into long chats, long chats turned into calls, calls turned into hours. Then PUBG, then Instagram, then calls again. It became a routine.

And you know how routines are. At first it feels normal. Then one day you realise your whole mood depends on one person replying.

I could feel the tension between us. The attraction was growing. She was interested, I was interested, but nobody was saying it directly.

So after waiting for almost a month, I initiated it.

I confessed.

Now listen.

We were 1500 km apart. I had no clue how this would work. But logic wasn’t really invited that day.

I thought I knew how this would go. But because this is my life…

She said NO !

I actually paused.

Like… wait?

No?

Did I read this completely wrong?

She said she enjoyed talking to me, she liked spending time with me, and how I'm a perfect boyfriend material.

And I won’t lie… it hit.

Not just because she said no.

But because I realised I had already started depending on her more than I should have.

But I respected it.

What else could I do?

So I started pulling myself back slowly. Not to manipulate her, not to play games.

Just… damage control.

I didn’t cut her off completely. But I started detaching. Slowly. One cell away at a time.

And she noticed.

Of course she noticed.

Because she was used to me being there every day. And suddenly I wasn’t.

I started playing with other people too. Sometimes other girls as well. Not to make her jealous intentionally… but I also wasn’t going to sit and wait like some rejected Devdas.

And yes.

She got jealous.

One day she called me while I was in the middle of a match. I cut the call. She called again. I cut again. Then again. And again.

This went on for like 15–20 calls until I finally picked up and said, “dude, what the hell?”

And she started questioning me like she was already my girlfriend.

Who are you playing with? Why aren’t you picking? Who is that girl?

And I was like…

how does that matter to you?

Then she got possessive.

And somewhere in that whole argument…

she said it.

She said she loved me.

Now pause.

A week ago, I said I liked her and she said no.

Now she is saying she loves me?

My brain genuinely froze.

I didn’t know whether to believe it or question it.

Was this love? Was this fear? Was this attachment? Was this jealousy?

I don’t know.

I told her not to joke about it. She said she was serious. She said she loved me but she was scared.

Scared of getting attached.

Scared of her family.

Scared because we were from different caste.

Scared because she didn’t know if marriage would ever be possible.

And in my head I was like…

when I said I like you, you said no. Now we are talking about marriage?

But obviously…

what did I say?

The most filmy line possible.

I told her, “Don’t worry. We are together in this. I can’t promise everything will be smooth, but I can promise you’ll always have me by your side.”

Look at me.

Still acting like I had learned something from life.

And Boom.

Guess who was in a relationship again?

Yes.

Yours truly.

Currently I’m 26, I still sometimes think about the girl I dated in 6th standard.

Not because it was some great love story.

But because that tiny little relationship had more innocence, more stupid sacrifices, more guilt, and more drama than some adult relationships I’ve seen today.

I’m talking about stolen money, Archies gifts, changing school subjects for love, secret midnight SMSes, a surprise train meetup, and then me ruining it all because I was a complete idiot.

It sounds funny now, but back then every single thing felt life changing.

A little context about me and my school first. I studied in a co-ed school, and the girls in my class were actually quite pretty. There was this trio of three super popular girls in school — proper Kareena Kapoor Pooh vibes — and somehow I was very close to them. That guy was me.

Now I wasn’t the most popular kid in the whole school, but I was definitely known in my standard. I was that studious kid who always scored 90 and above, but at the same time I had this huge mischievous side. I was super fun-loving, always cracking jokes, gelling up with people quickly, the kind of person around whom people genuinely enjoyed being. In short, brains of a first bencher, acts of a back bencher.

So one day these three girls and I were talking, and they randomly told me that I should date this one other girl from our class because she was cute and — listen to the logic — we were from the same caste so it would be easy to get married later and our parents would agree because both of us were single children. 😂 Imagine. We were planning marriage before even having a relationship.

Then these girls started teasing me in front of that girl, and I used to get all shy. Slowly this became a rumour in class that me and her were dating. Let’s call her Nikita.

She was cute, tall, very skinny, and had this tiny little mole on her chin which made her look even more cute. So me and Nikita started talking more. I would intentionally ask her for notebooks just so I could take them home and “copy work” even when I didn’t need to. She was always very helpful towards me. We would sit together and do all those tiny cute things that probably sound stupid now but meant everything back then.

Then we exchanged numbers. This was the Airtel SMS pack era — ₹19 for a whole month — and neither of us had our own phones. So every night we would wait for our mothers to sleep, secretly take their phones, and then message each other. Those night conversations became the best part of my day.

Eventually I couldn’t hold my horses anymore. I proposed to her. And guess what? Of course she said yes.

Just like that, our cute little relationship started. We would sit together, hold hands, I would pluck random flowers from school and give them to her. Whenever we came close to each other, our heartbeats would start racing and we would breathe so heavily like some full Bollywood romantic scene was happening.

She was such a sweetheart that one day she got me an Archies keychain with a guitar and fake diamonds on it, and she also bought me one of those Archies letters. Only problem was the letter said: “To the girl I want to marry.” 😂 Because she was too scared to buy one meant for a boy. So that cutie went back home, removed the word girl, and wrote man with her own hands before giving it to me on Valentine’s Day.

I was completely gone. But at the same time I felt so guilty because I hadn’t gotten her anything. Archies was a BIG thing back then and I had no money. So for the first and only time in my life, I stole a ₹500 note from my father’s pocket. 😂 Still guilty. Never got caught.

I went straight to Archies and bought her a card, a pendant with chain, and a ring. She loved all of it. And yes, before Valentine’s Day too I had celebrated all the mini versions — flowers, chocolates because they were cheap, even a small teddy whenever I could manage — but I had forgotten to get her something on the main Valentine’s Day itself, which is why she gave me gifts first and I gave mine the next day. She went crazy. She was so deeply, innocently in love with me. And so was I.

We even kissed once. Not a smooch or anything, just a tiny peck in our classroom after school when everyone had left. But back then that one peck meant the whole world.

Now comes the part that still melts me when I think about it. When we were getting promoted from class 6 to class 7, we had to choose an additional language — French or German. I was very good at French, so naturally my family wanted me to choose French too. But Nikita wanted German. And she was very upset because French students and German students would have separate classrooms. She didn’t want us to be apart.

On the final day of submitting the form, she was roaming around the classroom all anxious and restless. I asked my friend what happened. He explained everything. My form already had my parents’ signature. All I had to do was tick French. But for her happiness, I ticked German. Went against my family. Got scolded like anything at home. Still felt worth it.

But this girl had not finished being adorable. One time I was travelling back to my hometown. For context, both our hometowns were in the same state. I casually told her, “I’ll be travelling on this date by this train.” That sweet little psycho forced her family to book tickets on the exact same day on the exact same train, and I had absolutely no clue.

I boarded, said happy journey and all to her over text, and after a couple of hours I suddenly saw a girl crossing our cabin who looked exactly like her. She knew my coach and seat number, so she knew where to find me. She crossed once. Then came back. And I knew it was her.

I don’t even know what I was feeling in that moment — scared, happy, excited, butterflies, everything together. I told my family I was going to pee and followed her. We met two coaches away from mine. She told me all the efforts she had put in just to see me. I was almost crying. I hugged her. I held her hands. And that was it. Class 6. Indian train. Strict families. We were not that bold. I told her to go back. But the fact that she did all that just for me… I still remember that moment so vividly.

Things were great between us. Our relationship went on beautifully for a good 7–9 months. Until one random day, out of nowhere, I convinced myself that I was doing something wrong. This is not the age for all this. I’m wasting time. I stole because of this. She is a bad influence.

Mind you, she was not a bad influence. I was just a chutiya. But what do you expect, I was in 7th standard.

So one day, like the coward I was, I asked one of my male best friends to go and tell her that it was over because I didn’t have the guts to say it on her face. That scene is still clear in my head. I was standing at one corner of the classroom. She was standing at the other. My friend walked up to her and told her. I kept looking from a distance. The moment he said it, she looked at me. And I felt so damn guilty.

When my friend came back, I nervously asked him, “What did she say?” He said, “It’s okay. I understand.” That was all.

I never spoke to her after that. In fact I avoided talking to her because I was a pussy and couldn’t handle the guilt.

Eventually things started normalising. Around that same time, my family planned a vacation and I desperately needed that break, so I went away without informing anyone in class except one person — my male best friend.

Now let me introduce him. He was the topper of our class. Complete bookworm. Very smart. And he had a girlfriend who sat right in front of him. So naturally me and my best friend used to sit behind his girlfriend and her girl best friend. 😂

My best friend was Ritik. His girlfriend was Geet. And Geet’s best friend was Nayla — again, another very pretty girl.

So after I came back from vacation, my classmates started bombarding me. “Where were you?” “Do you know one girl was looking for you?” “She was so concerned!” “She kept asking about you!”

I was confused.

Guess who they were talking about?

Nikita?

No.

Nayla. 😭

Everyone started hyping me up. “Nayla likes you.” “She secretly admires you.” “She was worried for you.”

And me, being the crazy dumbass I was, I proposed to Nayla. 🥲 And of course she said yes.

Exactly one month after breaking up with Nikita.

Poor Nikita was completely disheartened. She started thinking I had broken up with her just to be with Nayla, but in reality you know what actually happened.

And this is where things started getting messier than any 7th standard child should have been allowed to experience because now it wasn’t just me and Nayla. It was me and Nayla, Ritik and Geet… and a full-blown double dating saga.

Part 2 if people are interested.