Chapter 1

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It all started with a request on Instagram.
One day, Hayat was scrolling her feed when a notification popped up :

 One day, Hayat was scrolling her feed when a notification popped up :

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'_murat.ahmad_ requested to follow you.'

She checked out the profile but it was private, so she thought to keep his request pending for a day or two.
Her mood swings were on top, as it was her 2nd day of periods.

The next day, she asked her best friend, Jaylene, about him as he was on her following list.
"He is a decent guy. Don't worry, he won't annoy you. He rarely messages".

Something caught her eye after seeing his profile from her friend's account and she decided to accept the request, but it was too late.

He had already removed it.

"Should I send him a request?", she wondered.
And without thinking twice, she sent it.

The next day, two notifications popped up :

'_murat.ahmad_ accepted your follow request'
'_murat.ahmad_ requested to follow you.'

She quickly accepted the request and stalked his account for a while.
One of his captions said:
"Gussa insaan ko cold drink samajh ke pee jana chahiye". (one should gulp down anger like a soft drink)

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(For more realistic experience, follow the Instagram accounts of the characters)

"Bada chill banda hai yaar," (such a chill guy he is) she thought to herself.

His one pic in a black suit caught her eye. "Hmm, handsome", she said to herself and smiled.

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A week went like this.
They both saw each other's stories every day but none of them replied/messaged each other.

"Arghh why isn't he texting me?! He watches every single story of mine.
Alright, I'm texting him first. I don't care what he thinks, because it can't go on like this forever. Someone has to make a move, and if it's me who has to be that someone, then be it."

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