October came like a storm.
Everything between Ayan 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. She'd ask what he ate, how he was feeling, if his headache was better, if he had slept enough. Other days, she'd disappear, leave his messages on read, and reply hours later with dry one-liners like:
"Sorry, was busy."
Ayan couldn't take it anymore.
"Busy with what?""You were online.""You're just… different these days."
Khushi would respond, frustrated,
"Not everything is about you, Ayan!"
And that line burned. Because for Ayan, 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… expectations were there, hanging between every call, every message.
🤐 His Feelings Were Growing
By mid-October, Ayan couldn't lie to himself anymore.
He was in love with her.
Not infatuation. Not a crush.
Love.
The kind that keeps you up at night, not out of excitement but from confusion and longing.
He wanted her to be his.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 was still healing.
Maybe she just didn't feel the same.
So he waited… again.
And that hesitation? It cost him more than he could've predicted.
💣 Dhiraj Returns – Again
Remember Dhiraj?
He wasn't gone.
He messaged Ayan 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."
Ayan exploded.
"I've been giving her space. Too much, actually. She's the one who keeps pulling me in and pushing me away!"
But Khushi had also grown tired of Dhiraj interfering.She messaged him to back off. Again.
That night, she called Ayan, and for a few moments, everything felt calm.
"I don't care what Dhiraj says," she told him."You matter to me more than he ever did."
Ayan smiled through the call, but deep inside — he felt something breaking.
Because even though she said those words…She still hadn't chosen him.
New friends she mentioned.
Offline people he didn't know.
A childhood friend from her neighborhood — a boy — had once been her closest friend. He had moved abroad now but Ayan couldn't help but feel threatened. What if she still missed him? What if that was the kind of bond she really wanted — one in real life?
"Why do I feel like you've been closer to everyone but me?" he asked one day.
She replied,
"Because you only know my online version. You've never seen how I behave offline."
That sentence stayed with him.
And hurt him more than he admitted.
💔 The Confession He Almost Made
By the end of November, Ayan knew he couldn't go on like this.
One night — they were fighting again. Over something stupid.
She had replied late.He had reacted too emotionally.She got irritated.He got colder.
And in the heat of that confusion, he wanted to confess. To say it out loud.
"I love you. Not as a friend. Not like a brother. Not as a therapist. I love you the way a man loves a woman."
But he didn't.
Instead, he just said:
"I don't know why we're doing this anymore."
And she replied:
"Then maybe don't."
That night, Ayan cried silently, lying on his side, phone screen lit with her last seen.But he didn't text her again.Didn't say goodnight.Didn't try.
🧳 The December Fade
By December, it was all going downhill.
They talked less.
The emotional dependency had become emotional exhaustion.
Ayan was becoming toxic — not to hurt her, but because he was hurt himself.
After Abhiti had left him(in june), he hadn't healed properly. He had clung to Khushi like a lifeline — not because she was a rebound, but because she meant something real.
But too much of him started depending on her for validation, for comfort, for emotional support.
And slowly… she started pulling back.
Ayan could sense it.
That something was ending.
🛑 The Final Attempt
Then came the final day.
Ayan couldn't do it anymore.
He messaged her:
"Let's just end this."
She replied quickly:
"Why?""What happened?""Don't say that.""Please don't leave."
But Ayan had made up his mind.
Or maybe, he just wanted her to stop him with more effort.Maybe he just wanted her to say:
"Okay, then let's start a real relationship."
But she didn't.
She begged him not to leave.But never said she loved him.Never said she wanted to be more.
And that silence told him everything he needed to know.
He walked away.
🏙️ A New City, A New Silence
By late December, Ayan 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.
Ayan 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, Ayan 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.
He messaged her 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.Ayan 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.
"Ayan…"
And then — she started crying.
🫂 "I Was Hospitalized…"
At first, she said "nothing was wrong."
But Ayan 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, Ayan 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, Ayan 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 Ayan 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 Ayan was being distant.He felt she wasn't serious.Words got sharp.Tone got heavier.
They argued — but unlike before, Ayan 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
Ayan 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.
Ayan 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.