"The first heartbreak isn't always bitter,
It's sweeter than the sting of betrayal's splinter."AGE: 18
I think I like my brother's best friend. No, scratch that- I think I'm head over heels, dangerously obsessed with him.I stalk him through everything, and I do mean everything. Social media? I've memorized his Instagram posts. His house? I'm practically a piece of the furniture at this point. My excuse? "Oh, I'm here to see Aditya," I say, but I spend all my time pretending to be interested in whatever Aditya's doing while my eyes are glued to Arhaan. Sigh, the struggle is real.
But that robot, Arhaan, never looks at me. Sometimes I imagine myself vomiting money or gold coins out of my mouth-maybe then I'd be worth noticing.
And now, as if things couldn't get worse, Arhaan has started running a business too. He's become more and more consumed by it, always buried in meetings, calls, or staring at his laptop with that intense focus that makes my heart ache. I haven't seen that man enjoy himself in… well, ever.
I try to talk to him, and it’s like I don’t even exist. He either nods absentmindedly, barely registering my presence, or worse, he gets up and leaves without a word. It’s not just ignoring; it’s like he’s perfected the art of pretending I’m invisible.
Yet, in my delusional fantasies, I'm convinced that one day, I'm going to marry him. Yes, marry. And not just that; he's going to sing lullabies to our future kids. If that doesn't spell "true love," I don't know what does.
"Stop daydreaming about having kids with my brother. It's weird and kind of disgusting," Aditya's voice yanks me out of my whimsical world, and I give him the side-eye.
"Stop poking your nose into my daydreaming," I retort, slightly offended that he would intrude on my happy place. He just shakes his head while packing his suitcase, like I'm some hopeless case.