Anonymous Chat — Private:
Girl 1: “I swear, he blinked at my text like it was a marriage proposal.”
Girl 2: “You’ve turned the 'emotionless' into your personal therapy project.”
Girl 1: “Fun, isn’t it? Watching him spiral?”
Girl 2: “So fun. Almost feel bad…”
Girl 1 : “Don’t. It's fun.”
Girl 2: “Let’s just leave him like that… dumbfounded, desperate… then poof — disappear.”
Girl 1: “…maybe… but I kinda want more , it was your idea to start it , now it would be mine when i wanna end it.”
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Scene: Rooftop, Midnight — Yuvan with his only best friend, Varun.
Yuvan leans on the railing, eyes scanning the city lights like they hold answers. Varun, lights a cigarette lounging beside him, already knows the signs — Yuvan doesn’t talk feelings unless he’s about to combust.
Varun: “You’ve been weird, man. Either you’re in love or you finally joined a cult.”
Yuvan: (smirks) “Same thing, isn’t it?”
Varun: “No seriously, what’s her name?”
Yuvan: “…Mishika.”
Varun raises a brow. That’s new — Yuvan doesn’t say names.
Varun: “Wait, the Mishika? Instagram Mishika? Mystery Mishika? You mean you’re whipped for a girl whose face you don’t even know?”
Yuvan: (rolls eyes, smirk faltering) “She’s… dangerous.”
Varun: “Oh we love dangerous.”
Yuvan: (voice lower) “I’ve never… given a shit like this before. She texts and my brain stops working.”
Varun: “Could’ve told me you’re turning into a simp. Would’ve brought tissues.”
Yuvan: (half-laughs)
Varun (squinting): “You done with your smoke break already or what?”
Yuvan (calm, barely looking up): “I quit.”
Varun: (double takes) “The hell you mean you quit?”
Yuvan (shrugs, expression unreadable): “Stopped.”
Varun: “Just like that? You’ve been lighting those things since you were sixteen, acting like they’re air—”
Yuvan (cuts him off, tone lazy but eyes sharper): “She hates it.”
A pause. Varun processes. His jaw almost hits the floor.
Varun (deadpan): “No. Freakin’. Way.”
Yuvan: (smirking, voice lower) “Mishika said it ruins my pretty face.”
Varun cackles, hands on his head, pacing like his best friend just confessed murder.
Varun: “Bro… do you hear yourself? You let a girl — who you haven’t even seen — dictate your nicotine addiction?”
Yuvan: (laughs under his breath, dark and amused) “Didn’t let her. Just… couldn’t do it after.”
Varun: “You’re doomed.”
Yuvan: (half-grinning, eyes distant) “Already was… this just makes it entertaining.”
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Varun's POV
At his girlfriend's place
“He’s talking to her again,” she said flatly, not even looking up.
“Yeah…” I muttered, adjusting my hoodie, regretting even existing in that moment.
“The girl with no face. The one ruining him.”
I snorted. “Bit dramatic, don’t you think?”
Navya’s head whipped toward me, long nails tapping against her thigh like a ticking bomb. “I’m dramatic? Your best friend’s ditching parties, quitting smoking, turning soft over some girl he’s never even seen properly.”
“She’s real, Navya.” I tried to sound neutral, but my loyalty was showing. Yuvan’s my brother before anything. “And for once… he looks kinda… peaceful, y’know?”
Navya’s laugh was sharp, bitter. “You mean obsessed. That’s not peace, babe, that’s weakness.”
“It’s not weakness to care,” I said casually, eyes locked on her. “Maybe you should try it sometime.”
Her jaw tightened, but she smiled sweetly. “And maybe you should stop babysitting Yuvan like he’s your charity case.”
I held her stare, biting back the smirk crawling up. Typical Navya — fiery, territorial, never knowing when to stop.
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Yuvan’s POV:
(Lying on his bed)
I should’ve kept my mouth shut. But the words were already rotting on my tongue, and I couldn’t pretend like they weren’t eating at me.
No Face, Still Addicted
It was stupid.
So stupid.
*His phone buzzed
Mishika:
"Bet you thought about me today."
Yuvan:
"Your confidence is showing."
Mishika:
"It’s well-fed. You practically fuel it daily."
Yuvan shook his head, stretched out on his bed, thumbs flying across the screen.
Yuvan:
"What makes you think you're that unforgettable?"
Mishika:
"Because you’re still here, still texting me, still pretending you’re not dying to know what I look like."
Yuvan:
"Who says I care about the face? I’m here for your terrible jokes and traumatic childhood stories."
Meanwhile, Yuvan, staring at his phone:
Sunshine: “Getting tired of me yet?”
His chest tightens. He hates this. Loves it. Wants more of it.
Yuvan: “I’ll get tired when you stop being the only thing I want to text back.”
His Thoughts: I’ve never been this weak. This girl’s gonna ruin me… but I’d let her.
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