For a while, everything was perfect.
Aditi and Abhimanyu were the kind of couple that made other classmates raise eyebrows and whisper.
They weren't officially together.But everyone knew.
The way he reserved a seat beside her.The way she laughed louder when he was around.The hoodie he let her "borrow" and never asked back for.
They weren't dating.But they were definitely in love.
Until Nisha happened.
She was everything Aditi wasn't — bold, popular, effortlessly confident. The kind of girl who posted selfies every hour and used "bestie" for boys she barely knew.
Aditi first noticed her in one of Abhimanyu's Insta stories.
Harmless, she told herself.
But then came the comments.The late replies.The days when he said "I'll call you later" and didn't.
Something started to shift.A space opened up between them — slow, quiet, invisible to the world, but loud in her chest.
One evening, as they left tuition, Aditi tried to break the silence.
"You've been distant lately."
Abhimanyu looked surprised. "Have I?"
"You don't text like before."
He smirked. "Come on, you're just overthinking again."
She didn't smile back.
"I saw your story. With Nisha."
He stopped walking. "So?"
"So, you were holding her notebook, smiling like you do with me."
Abhimanyu laughed, but it was forced. "Seriously, Aditi? You're jealous of Nisha?"
"I'm not jealous," she said quietly. "I'm just… confused. You've changed."
His jaw tightened. "Or maybe you're reading too much into everything."
The words hit harder than she expected.
And just like that, the air between them turned colder.
They walked the rest of the way in silence.
When he dropped her off, he didn't wait for her to turn and smile.
And she didn't look back.
But both of them felt it — something was slipping.
They just didn't know how to stop it.
Sometimes, love doesn't end with a fight.It ends with someone feeling too much.And the other… feeling too little.