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After bidding Keerthy goodnight and closing the door to his room, Shubman sank onto his bed, his thoughts still lingering on their conversation. As he settled cross-legged, he reached for his phone instinctively, the glow of the screen illuminating the dimly lit room.
With a flick of his thumb, he opened the Instagram app, his heart fluttering with anticipation. Navigating to Keerthy's profile, he found himself drawn into a virtual journey through her life in LA. Each photo and video offered a glimpse into her world, a world he had only heard about in their conversations.
The first photo captured Keerthy in the midst of a studio session, her fingers flying across the strings of her guitar with practised ease. The passion in her eyes mirrored the intensity of her music, and Shubman couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for her dedication.
Scrolling further, he came across snapshots from her concerts, each image capturing the raw energy of her performances. In one photo, she was bathed in the glow of stage lights, lost in the rhythm of her drumming. In another, she shared a laugh with Sabrina and Taylor Swift backstage, the camaraderie evident in their smiles.
As he delved deeper into her profile, Shubman found himself immersed in a whirlwind of emotions. On one hand, he felt a sense of pride witnessing Keerthy's success and talent shining through. On the other hand, a pang of longing tugged at his heart, a reminder of the distance between them.
Pausing to take a deep breath, Shubman realized that he was treading dangerous territory. He knew that scrolling through Keerthy's photos bordered on the line of "stalking," a term he had always associated with negativity. Yet, at that moment, all he wanted was to see more—to bridge the gap between their worlds, if only for a fleeting moment.
With a conflicted sigh, Shubman engaged in a silent conversation with himself. "You know this isn't healthy, Shubman," he chided himself. "You're just feeding into your own longing, and it's not fair to Keerthy."
But another part of him argued, "But what harm does it do? It's not like she'll ever know. And besides, seeing her happy brings me joy."
As he scrolled through more photos, Shubman couldn't shake the feeling of being caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He knew that he should close the app and focus on his own life, but a part of him couldn't resist the allure of glimpsing into Keerthy's world, even if just for a moment longer.
As Shubman continued to scroll through Keerthy's Instagram profile, he found himself captivated by each image and video, each one telling a story of her vibrant life in LA.
