Adit had moved on.
It wasn't sudden. Maybe, in hindsight, the signs had been there all along—fewer texts, distant replies, the way his stories stopped including her. But it still felt like a punch to the gut when isha realized it.
It had started with a casual conversation, one of those meaningless chats that used to be effortless between them.
"Bhai, koi nayi mil gayi kya?" Isha had joked, not expecting much.
But instead of laughing it off, Adit replied with a smirk.
"Haan, mil gayi."
For a second, she thought he was joking. She searched his face for a hint of sarcasm, but there was none.
"Kya?" she blinked.
"Kaamini" he said, like it was the simplest thing in the world.
Kaamini more like kamini . Bitch.🙄
Not a random crush, not some passing name—Kaamini was his new person. A girl from his school. Someone who hadn't been there through his heartbreak, someone who hadn't seen him at his lowest. But someone he had apparently chosen.
Isha forced a smile. "Oh... accha. Sahi hai."
But inside, something burned.
It wasn't that she had feelings for Adit—she didn't. She never had. But it stung to realize how easily he had replaced everything, replaced Inaaya . How he could erase their late-night conversations, their inside jokes, their everything—and give it to someone else.
That night, frustration got the best of her.
Her fingers hovered over her phone, her mind clouded with emotions she didn't know how to process. She opened Instagram, searched for Kaamini's profile, and without thinking, typed out a message:
"Bitch, get away from my brother. Uspe kala jaadu karna band kar de."
It was stupid. It was immature. But in that moment, it felt right. A part of her wanted to shake Kaamini, to make her understand that she wasn't just walking into something simple—she was walking over everything Isha had built.
Before she could process the gravity of what she had done, she took a screenshot and sent it to Adit with a laughing emoji.
Because this was funny, right? A harmless joke?
But the reply she got was anything but laughter.
"Are you serious, Isha didi?"
Her stomach twisted.
"Mazaak tha!" she typed back, her hands suddenly clammy.
"Mazaak? Kya yeh mazaak lag raha hai aapko?"
The anger in his words made her chest tighten.
"Aap pagal ho gaye ho kya? Baccho wali harkate mat karo"
"Adit, relax. Maine bas—"
"Nahi, bas. Bohot ho gaya. Aapko kya lagta hai aapko meri life me interfere karne ka haq hai? "
"Thik hai na, Adit. Ghusse me message kiya maine. Kar dungi delete. Tu itna kyu ghussa kr raha hai muzpe vo bhi us kaamini k liye? Why are prioritizing her more than me?" Isha asked.
"I am not prioritizing anyone, okay?" Adit said frustratedly.
"Not even me?" Isha asked.
"No." Adit declared.
After hearing him, her heart shattered in peices. She had never heard him this angry.
The fight spiraled out of control. She tried to explain to fix things, but every word made things worse. He was furious, accusing her of interfering where she didn't belong. She was hurt, yelling back that he was the one who had changed.
By the time the argument ended, she had nothing left to say.
And neither did he.
Because the next morning, she woke up to find herself blocked.
Everywhere.
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Strings that tangled us
Non-Fiction"Some heartbreaks don't come from lovers-they come from the ones we trust the most." Isha, Inaaya, and Adit-three friends bound by fate, laughter, and unspoken emotions. But when love, jealousy, and betrayal enter the picture, their once unbreakable...
