October came like a storm.
Everything between Aahan and Khushi was changing — not slowly, but like a dam had cracked and the water was pouring in too fast to stop. They still talked every day, but now every conversation had an edge to it. The comfort was still there… but it was sharp, uneasy, tense — like something beautiful standing on the verge of destruction.
They were no longer just best friends.
But they weren't lovers either — and that undefined middle ground had started to feel like torture.
🧨 The First Real Fights
It started with emotional inconsistency.
Some days, Khushi would give him all the attention in the world — asking what he ate, how he was feeling, if his headache was better, if he had slept enough. But other days, she would disappear. Messages left on read, replies hours later, short and cold:
"Sorry, was busy."
Aahan couldn't take it anymore.
"Busy with what?"
"You were online."
"You're just… different these days."
Khushi snapped back:
"Not everything is about you, Aahan!"
And that line burned — because for Aahan, everything was about her.
They were fighting like a couple, but they weren't one.
There was no label to fall back on, no "boyfriend rights," no "girlfriend duties."
And yet… the expectations were there, hanging between every call, every text, every late-night silence.
🤐 His Feelings Were Growing
By mid-October, Aahan couldn't lie to himself anymore.
He was in love with her.
Not infatuation. Not a crush. Love.
The kind that doesn't excite, but aches.
The kind that keeps you up not because of butterflies, but because of overthinking.
He wanted her to be his.
He wanted her to stop calling him just her best friend.
To choose him, and only him.
But still, he hesitated.
Maybe she wasn't ready.
Maybe she didn't feel the same.
Maybe he was just afraid of another rejection.
And that hesitation? It cost him more than he expected.
💣 Dhiraj Returns — Again
Dhiraj wasn't gone.
He messaged Aahan again — this time, not with concern, but with accusation:
"Bro, you're messing with her head. You're not even her boyfriend, but you act like one. You're not giving her space."
Aahan lost it.
"I've been giving her space! Too much, actually. She's the one pulling me in and pushing me away!"
But Khushi had grown tired of Dhiraj too. She messaged him privately and told him to back off — again.
That night, she called Aahan. And for a few brief moments, everything felt calm again.
"I don't care what Dhiraj says," she said.
"You matter to me more than he ever did."
Aahan smiled… but something in him broke.
Because even though she said those words, she still hadn't chosen him.
She still wasn't his.
🧠 Lingering Doubts
Aahan started overthinking everything.
Khushi spoke often about her friends — ones from real life.
One in particular caught his attention: her childhood friend from her neighborhood, who had gone abroad.
He couldn't shake the feeling.
"Why do I feel like you've been closer to everyone but me?" he asked.
Khushi replied:
"Because you only know my online version. You've never seen how I behave offline."
That line… stayed. And it stung.
🧳 The December Shift: Enter Radhika
By December, things had changed.
The emotional closeness between Aahan and Khushi had turned into emotional exhaustion.
The fights became normal.
The affection faded into anxiety.
But something else had started too.
Radhika.
A girl from Delhi met in Snapchat. She wasn't meant to be anything. Just a new voice, a new connection but she talked more than Khushi. Called more. Replied faster. Laughed louder.
For Aahan, the contrast became clear — and confusing.
One day, after a call with Radhika, he called Khushi.
But something felt off.
"Is something wrong with your voice?" he asked.
"You sound different."
Khushi paused.
"Nope. Tereko alag lag rahi hoon kya?"
("Do I sound different to you?")
Aahan realized the truth: he had started liking Radhika's voice more.
It wasn't about love — it was about comfort.
Later, he texted Khushi:
"Maybe I like Radhika's voice more. She just sounds... sweeter."
After that message — something changed. Khushi went silent.
No more calls. No more long texts. Not even one-liners.
She stopped replying.
Aahan called her once, just to clear the air.
She answered.
The conversation was cold.
Out of nowhere, she started talking about her past friend — that same childhood boy who had gone abroad.
Aahan interrupted.
"I told you before — don't talk about guys on calls with me."
She went quiet. The call ended.
So did everything else.
🛑 The Final Attempt
A few days later, Aahan sent a final message:
"Let's just end this."
Khushi replied fast this time:
"Why?"
"What happened?"
"Don't say that."
"Please don't leave."
But she didn't say what Aahan was silently hoping to hear.
She didn't say she loved him.
Didn't say, "Okay then, let's be something real."
She didn't fight — not really.
And that silence told Aahan everything he needed to know.
🎭 Reflection
It wasn't that Aahan never loved Khushi.
It was that they loved each other in different ways, at different depths, in different timelines.
Khushi loved what they had — the comfort, the routine.
Aahan wanted more — the label, the clarity, the commitment.
And when he didn't get it, he searched elsewhere.
Maybe he shouldn't have.
Maybe he should've waited.
Or maybe — this was always how it was meant to end.
In silence.
He walked away.
🏙️ A New City, A New Silence
By late December, Aahan moved to Noida for work.
New environment. New schedule. New people.
But every night, before sleeping, he checked her profile once.
Just to see if she was okay.
She didn't text.Didn't call.Didn't even leave a "Take care."
It was over but he never got closure and that's what hurt the most.
🫂 The Emotional Core of This Stage
They were everything to each other… but not lovers.
Their bond was deeper than friendship… but too unstable for love.
They loved without labels… and lost without goodbyes.
Aahan knew she cared.
He knew it in the way she cried when he said goodbye.
But in the end…
She didn't fight hard enough to keep him.And he didn't know how to stay without clarity.
That was the price of undefined love.
After leaving in December, Aahan thought time and distance would heal him.
He thought moving to Noida would fix things.That new people, a new job, a new life would distract him.But no matter how much he tried to forget Khushi, she lingered.
In the quiet hours after work.In the random reels that reminded him of her laugh.In the empty good mornings he stopped sending.
It had been four months of silence.
After Khushi, Radhika also left him because she got a boyfriend.
He messaged Khushi sometimes and tried to call her, she never picked and seen those messages.She never called.And that was supposed to be the end.
Until…
📞 The Unexpected Call
It was April 28.Aahan had just finished his RTO training for the day.Tired. Drained. Ready to go home.
And then — his phone lit up.
Khushi.
He stared at the screen, breath caught.
He hadn't seen that name in months.Had imagined it a thousand times, but never expected it to appear again for real.
His hand trembled as he picked up.
"Hello?"
Her voice came through, soft… shaking.
"Aahan…"
And then — she started crying.
🫂 "I Was Hospitalized…"
At first, she said "nothing was wrong."
But Aahan knew better.
He kept asking.Pushing gently.Until she broke down.
"After you left in December… I couldn't handle it."
She told him she had gotten admitted to the hospital — emotionally unwell.
"I missed you. I didn't know how to say it. But I missed you so much."
That one sentence shattered him.
She had felt everything he had.
All the pain. All the silence. All the regret.
But they had suffered separately, never telling each other.
💬 A Fresh Start?
After that call, things changed.
They started texting again. Sending long voice notes.Random updates about life. Cute messages like:
"Don't skip lunch.""Tell me when you reach.""I wish we never stopped talking."
And slowly, Aahan felt like… maybe, just maybe… this was their second chance.
This time, he wouldn't mess it up.
💍 The Proposal Plan
About seven days later, Aahan told one of his close friends:
"I think I want to propose."
The reply?
"If not now, then never."
Another said:
"She just wants attention. Don't fall again."
But Aahan didn't listen.
He didn't care.
He had waited four months.Endured silence.Regretted every decision.
He wasn't going to let her go again.
But still — he didn't confess yet.He wanted to make her feel safe first.Wanted to build it up slowly.
But she… misunderstood that silence again.
🥀 The Fight That Changed Everything
It was past 1 AM.They had a small disagreement. Again.
She felt Aahan was being distant.He felt she wasn't serious.Words got sharp.Tone got heavier.
They argued — but unlike before, Aahan didn't hold back this time.
He slept that night with a stone on his chest.
Woke up at 4 AM, wide-eyed.
Still couldn't breathe right.
That's when he opened WhatsApp and typed in all caps:
"I HAVE GENUINE FEELINGS FOR YOU.ACCEPT THEM — OR BLOCK ME."
He gave her 12 hours to respond.
🕔 5 PM — The End
They talked a little that day.
Some voice notes.Some light jokes.It almost felt like she was going to reply properly…
But at 5:02 PM, she did the only thing that would break him completely:
She blocked him.
No goodbye.No explanation.Just… gone.
That was the end.
The real end.
🧠 The Realization That Came Too Late
Aahan stared at the empty chat.The grey profile picture.The name he couldn't click on anymore.
This wasn't just a situationship.
It had become a memory that he would carry forever.
She had said she loved him more than a girlfriend ever would…But she never became his girlfriend.And that irony?It would stay with him like a scar.
He replayed her voice in his head.The way she used to say:
"Tu samajhta nahi mujhe.""Tu sirf suna karta hai, mehsoos nahi karta.""Main kisi se bhi baat kar leti hoon — par tujhme kuch alag tha."
But now?
There was no one to talk to.
No Khushi.
No "good night."
No "baby" or "babu" in late-night calls.Just silence.And a mistake that couldn't be undone.
📌 The Final Thoughts
He didn't lose her because of hate. He lost her because of miscommunication.
They weren't toxic. Just broken in their own ways.
She needed security. He needed clarity. Both gave each other confusion.
Aahan often wonders…
"What if I had confessed earlier?""What if I hadn't walked away in December?""Would she still be here?"
But all he has now… is a story.
A love that was never official.A goodbye that never came with closure.And a name that still lives in his heart —
Khushi.
The girl who came back…Just to leave again.
In the end- she unblocked me send me a message and blocked me again.
Text-
Congratulations. You have made me miserable in every possible way. Enjoy your life.
Written by Ayan🖤
Because not all endings are fair. Some just hurt in silence.