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A gentle knock interrupts my spiral down the deep dark abyss called self-pity. A familiar voice yanks me up before I get heads deep in.
          
          "Megha..." the voice whispers, softly. "Megha, may I come in?"
          
          It's Suwahas. I don't bother to answer. The door isn't locked, and he probably can hear me sniffle as clearly as I hear him sigh. If he cares, he'll come in himself.
          
          I close my eyes tightly, as if that will somehow stop the tears from flowing. Dumb. I'm dumb. I've always been dumb.
          
          The door creaks open, and I hear his footsteps approaching slowly, cautiously. I want to shrink into myself, to disappear, but I can't hide from the reality. 
          
          "Hey," he says softly. "It's okay. I'm here."
          
          "Go away, I don't want you here right now," I mumble between broken sobs. 
          
          It even pains me to speak. It even pains me to breathe.
          
          "Why?"
          
          "'Cause I'm in pain."
          
          "...And?"
          
          "And I'm not very human when I am."
          
          I hear him chuckle. He chuckles?
          
          My eyes snap to him, narrowing into a glare. It feels like I could rip his head off, yet he seems unfazed by my reddened eyes or my intense glare. 
          
          He pushes the blanket away and sits on the edge of the bed. The bed welcomes him, betraying my perpetual anger. 
          
          "You have to be the first person to shoo away a doctor when you're in pain."
          
          
          
          https://youtu.be/sEj8F_TTRFg?si=r79JQ9UvKvanVEDN
          
          This song just made me want to reread that specific part. I miss these two so much, but time and life just won’t let me get back to writing their story.
          
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/389169896

Something loosened in his chest the moment their eyes met—something old and familiar, rooted so deep it didn’t matter how long it had been. Kaiho stood, arms already open, and Wish didn’t hesitate for even a second before stepping into them.
          
          Kaiho still smelled the same—detergent, a trace of cedar cologne, and something soft like rose hand cream. Today it was tinged with airport sweets and the stupid pink drink in his hand.
          
          Wish sank in before he realized what he was doing—before he remembered how long it had been since he’d let himself miss this. The world dulled for a moment. Seven years of dodged calls, missed birthdays, and barely-there texts—all of it softened inside that circle of an embrace.
          
          God, he’d missed this.
          
          He didn’t know how much until now.
          
          Kaiho pulled back just enough to peer into his face.
          
          Then, with zero warning and the utmost solemnity, he pointed at Wish’s cheek.
          
          “That pimple is the size of a baby tomato.”
          
          Wish blinked. Then groaned.
          
          “I missed you too, fvcker.”
          
          
          _Just One Heart_
          
          
          I really wanna get this out but life wouldn't let me /:
          
          (Reposting because Wattpad bravely shields the masses from the true evil — the f-word. Everything else? Totally fine lol.)

Four years old on Wattpad today! ✨
          
          https://www.instagram.com/p/DPeFFIek8h6/?igsh=bWgwdnd0d2dndDlq

There's a difference between wanting to disappear from the world, and wanting the world to disappear, right?
          
          https://www.instagram.com/reel/DLM7vgCTff1/?igsh=eHA1cXc2aHptanoy

"And now... against all odds, here we are. If I asked you out—properly, a real dinner, no accidental meetings—would you come?"
          
          °°°
          Happy Reading ❤️✨ 
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/340125501

"Promise me..." she falters, teeth catching her lower lip, "even if I'm not right next to you... you'll remember this."
          
          He blinks. "This?"
          
          "This moment. This hour. This feeling." Her voice cracks, eyes glimmering. "Promise me you'll hold on to it. Even if I'm not there. That you'll keep going. That you'll believe I'm still with you, somehow."
          
          She points to the sketchbook."For every day you stay, you fill one page in this. Of what you loved about that day. Only the things you loved. The things you would've wanted to show me."
          
          Wish tries to smile — but it breaks halfway. His throat feels tight.
          
          "You're getting weirder," he whispers, even though it's really hard to form coherent words. His eyes burn for a reason he can't yet understand.
          
          "I know." She exhales, voice barely steady. "But promise me anyway."
          
          °°°
          
          Just randomly remembered JUST ONE DAY. Check it out if you haven't already. 
          
          Happy Reading ❤️✨ 
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/361997092

Hi, thank you for the follow, and the best of luck to you for the Amby awards :)

"You don't have to wait until you've got it all figured out. Love's not neat. Neither are people. You might fall. You probably will. But what if you fly?"
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/340125501

Trying out this awards!
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/400432905

NEW STORY ALERT!
          
          Neha Rajaguru has her life neatly color-coded, until she accidentally stumbles into the world of dating. And let's just say... it's a disaster.
          
          From dogs to swords to karoke nights, every outing feels like proof she was built for exams, not romance. But just when she's ready to write it all off, date number five comes along-with a twist she never saw coming.
          
          Because love isn't always about getting it right the first time. Sometimes it's about surviving the bloopers, laughing through the chaos, and realising the mess might just be the magic.
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/340125501