"Sometimes, moving on isn't a straight line. It's a loop of hope, mistakes, and learning who not to trust again."
Ayan scrolled mindlessly through his notifications, sprawled across his bed in the same clothes he had worn all day. The ceiling fan hummed above him, but his mind was louder. Maksuda's name still lingered in his recent chats, even though the conversations had gone cold.
"Block toh kar diya… par kya feelings ka bhi koi block option hai?" he whispered to himself, shutting his eyes for a moment.
A notification pinged.
Spiddy Girl: "Bored again, superhero?"
He smiled.
Ayan: "Always, Spider-Verse wali. What's the update from your multiverse today?"
She replied with a laughing emoji followed by a GIF of Spider-Gwen winking. It was light, flirty, and oddly comforting.
The Spark of Something New
Spiddy Girl had entered Ayan's life unexpectedly—just a username at first, added through a random meme group. But she had a different vibe. No fake sweetness, no too-fast affection. She talked like she'd known him for years.
Their chats were mostly jokes, "who's cuter" polls, and shared memes at 2 a.m.
Spiddy Girl: "You're way more fun than most people in that group, Ayan."
Ayan: "Careful, I might just fall for you if you keep saying things like that."
She didn't shy away.Spiddy Girl: "Maybe you already have."
That line echoed in his head for a while. Was it a joke? Was it a sign?
Falling Too Fast
On the third night of late calls and voice notes, she said:"I feel like we've known each other forever."
Ayan's heart skipped. The words, the timing… it was happening again. He hesitated but replied:"Do you… want to make this official?"
The reply was instant."Yes. Let's try this, Ayan."
They called each other boyfriend and girlfriend within 24 hours.
But something inside Ayan didn't settle. He couldn't stop comparing things—Maksuda's hesitations, Spiddy Girl's enthusiasm, the pace, the patterns.
Instincts and Unease
The next evening, Ayan messaged:Ayan: "Can I see a picture of you? Just want to see the smile I'm falling for."
She sent a GIF instead.
Then a sticker.
Then silence.
Finally, she replied:Spiddy Girl: "I'm a little shy… but I'll send a voice note, okay?"
Fifteen minutes later, a voice note popped up.
He hit play.
It was a soft, rehearsed voice. Too smooth. Too careful. Not at all like their texts—too… perfect.
"Why does this feel like a TikTok voiceover?" Ayan muttered, frowning.
The gut feeling turned into suspicion.
Truth Revealed
Ayan opened her profile. It was private, but there was one highlight visible—an aesthetic image captioned "moi 💕."
His eyes narrowed. He had seen that somewhere.
"Google Lens time," he whispered.
He downloaded the photo and reverse searched it.
Pinterest. Multiple boards. No name. No uniqueness.
The truth hit like a punch to the chest.
She wasn't real.
Or at least… not who she claimed to be.
The End of an Illusion
Ayan: "You could've just been honest."
Spiddy Girl: "What do you mean?"
Ayan: "The picture? It's from Pinterest. You're not her."
A pause.
Spiddy Girl: "I didn't think it mattered. We were just having fun, right?"
Fun? That word stung.
Ayan stared at the screen, blank-faced. Not angry. Not heartbroken. Just… disappointed.
Ayan: "RIP Spiddy Girl."
He exited the chat, deleted the contact, and blocked the profile.
No drama. No last goodbye.
Just clarity.
Reflection
As he leaned back in his chair, Ayan sighed. It wasn't heartbreak this time—it was growth. The realization that some lessons come disguised as people.
Maybe he had rushed into things again.
Maybe he still had a lot to learn about trust and caution.
But at least he hadn't fallen too deep this time. He had caught himself.
"Next time," he told himself, "I'll listen to my gut before my heart."
Outside, the world remained unchanged—quiet, chaotic, and confusing. But inside, Ayan was slowly becoming someone wiser.
He was learning to protect his heart… without locking it away.
End of Chapter 2
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Chapter Summary:This chapter explores Ayan's second experience with digital love and deception, highlighting his evolving maturity. It shows how even small emotional stings can shape a person, pushing them to value truth over fantasy. Through Spiddy Girl, Ayan learns that not every story is worth chasing, and sometimes letting go quickly is a sign of growth—not weakness.
Would you like to continue with Chapter 3 next? I can make it a turning point where Ayan focuses on friendship, healing, or maybe a surprising new character enters.