When the Script Fails

Chapter 41: Viral Chaos & Misunderstandings

Farhana's POV

By morning, the chaos had multiplied. My phone was flooded with notifications — tweets, Instagram posts, YouTube clips. The edited video from last night had gone viral faster than I could process.

Comments ranged from supportive to cruel:

"Farhana handled that like a pro! 👏"
"Bas pretending. Typical PR stunt."
"Baseer looks annoyed... kuch toh gadbad hai."

I sank onto the couch, running a hand through my hair. My midnight blue gown from yesterday was still crumpled on the chair. I felt like my private world had been ripped open and exposed.

"Baseer... sab log kya sochenge?" I whispered, panic threatening to take over.
("Baseer... what will everyone think?")

He sat beside me, calm as always. His black blazer draped over the arm of the couch, crisp white shirt slightly rumpled from last night's event.

"Farhana... hum jaante hain sach kya hai. Baaki... ignore kar do," he said gently.
("Farhana... we know the truth. The rest... just ignore it.")

I wanted to believe him. I really did. But every comment, every edited screenshot, every misinterpreted smile replayed in my head.

Then came the real kicker. One of the viral posts included a snapshot of Baseer checking his phone during the interview — cropped to make it look like he was annoyed with me.

"Baseer is clearly annoyed with Farhana... they aren't that perfect together!"

I felt a pang of hurt. He's annoyed with me? Even after everything?

Without thinking, I confronted him.

"Baseer... kya tum sach mein mujhe support kar rahe ho ya bas dikhawa hai?"
("Baseer... are you really supporting me or is it just for show?")

He froze, stunned. "Farhana... kya? Are you serious? Tum ye post dekh ke mujh par doubt kar rahi ho?"
("Farhana... what? Are you seriously doubting me because of a post?")

"Main bas... sab log ke comments aur ye pictures... main confuse ho gayi hoon," I admitted, voice trembling.
("I'm just... all the comments and these pictures... I got confused.")

Baseer pulled me into a hug, resting his chin on my head. "Farhana... sach hai ki wo post edited hai. Tum aur main... hum jaante hain sach. Aur wahi matter karta hai."
("Farhana... the post is edited. You and I... we know the truth. That's what matters.")

Baseer's POV

Seeing her doubt me hurt more than Rohit's sabotage. He was clever — planting seeds of insecurity while staying in the shadows.

I held her close, whispering: "Humara relationship viral posts ya trolls par depend nahi karta. Tum meri ho... aur main tumhara."
("Our relationship doesn't depend on viral posts or trolls. You're mine... and I'm yours.")

Her arms tightened around me, tears threatening, but I could feel her grounding herself in my presence.

Rohit's POV

From a distance, I watched. The small rift between them thrilled me. A doubt here, a misunderstanding there... humans were so fragile.

But I needed more than a minor argument. Soon, the "big reveal" from Farhana's past would surface. That would really shake her — emotionally and publicly.

Patience, Rohit. The perfect storm is coming.