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I wasn’t supposed to meet him.

It started with a random match on a dating app.

One swipe. One “hi.” Nothing serious.

At least, that’s what I told myself.

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My name is Aarohi.

I’m the kind of person who overthinks everything.

Every message. Every pause. Every feeling.

I believe in love…

but I don’t trust it easily.

I like things that feel safe. Predictable.

Because the moment something starts to matter too much…

it also starts to scare me.

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We didn’t talk all day like people usually do.

No constant texting. No over-excitement.

Just… normal conversations.

The kind that slowly become a habit without you realizing it.

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“What’s your plan for the weekend?” he had asked one night.

“Goa. 5 days. Needed a break,” I replied.

There was a pause.

Then his message came.

“Wait… I’m going to Goa too.”

I smiled a little. “That’s a coincidence.”

“Or maybe it’s timing.”

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His name was Kabir.

Not the loud, attention-seeking type.

Not the kind who tries too hard.

He was calm. Observant.

The kind of guy who listens more than he speaks…

but when he does speak, it makes you stop and think.

He had this quiet confidence.

And a slightly nerdy vibe—like someone who’d rather have a deep conversation than a meaningless one.

Not perfect.

Just… real.

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We started talking a little more after that.

Not too much.

Just enough to feel like I knew him… a little.

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The message came two days before the trip.

“Maybe we should meet.”

I stared at my phone longer than I should have.

Because meeting someone from a screen…

in real life…

is never as simple as it sounds.

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What if he’s different?

What if the comfort disappears?

What if I get attached… and he doesn’t?

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“Let’s see,” I replied.

Safe answer.

Always my style.

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The first two days of the trip passed quickly.

Beaches. Music. Friends. Photos.

Everything felt light.

Everything felt exactly how it was supposed to feel.

Except for one thing.

Him.

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We hadn’t met yet.

But somehow… I kept thinking about it.

About what he would be like in real life.

About whether the conversations would feel the same.

Or if everything would just… fall flat.

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On the third day, he texted.

“Coffee?”

Just one word.

Simple.

Direct.

Dangerous.

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I looked at the message.

Then at the ocean in front of me.

Then back at my phone.

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Maybe it was the weather.

Maybe it was the mood.

Or maybe… it was him.

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“Okay,” I typed.

And just like that…

something started.

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I didn’t know then…

that some meetings don’t come into your life to stay.

They come to change you.

And then leave.

Chapter 2: From Texts to Reality is coming soon… 👀

Aarohi finally agrees to meet Kabir in real life.

But will their connection feel the same beyond the screen?

Or will everything change in just one moment?

Sometimes, what feels right online doesn’t stay the same in reality. Stay tuned 💫

📖 Chapter 2: From Texts to Reality

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I reached the café earlier than I should have.

Which was strange… because I’m never early.

But today didn’t feel like a normal day.

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I checked my phone.

No new messages.

No “I’m here.”

No “on my way.”

Just silence.

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Maybe he’s not coming.

The thought came suddenly—and stayed.

And for some reason… it bothered me more than it should have.

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“Relax, Aarohi,” I whispered to myself.

“It’s just a meeting.”

Just a meeting.

Then why does it feel like something more?

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The café was calm.

Soft music. Low conversations. Cups clinking.

Everything felt normal.

Except me.

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I kept looking at the door.

Once.

Twice.

Again.

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And then—

He walked in.

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For a second, everything paused.

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Kabir looked… real.

Not like the version in my head.

Not like the one behind a screen.

Better.

Messy curly hair.

A little chubby.

Glasses slightly slipping as he looked around.

Simple.

Comfortable.

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His eyes found mine.

And he smiled.

Not a big smile.

Just a quiet one.

The kind that doesn’t try to impress… but still does.

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“Hi,” he said, sitting across from me.

“Hi,” I replied.

And just like that…

it got awkward.

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A few seconds of silence.

The kind that stretches longer than it should.

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“So…” he said.

“So…” I repeated.

We both laughed.

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“Okay, this is weird,” he admitted.

“A little,” I smiled.

“Online we talk so much… and now—nothing.”

“Yeah,” I said softly, “real life feels different.”

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But slowly… it started to settle.

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“Coffee?” he asked.

“Less ice?” I teased.

He paused… then laughed.

“Okay, that’s impressive.”

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And just like that—

something shifted.

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The awkwardness faded.

The conversation returned.

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We talked.

About random things.

About Goa.

About how different everything feels when you’re actually here.

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I watched him while he spoke.

The way he thought before answering.

The way he didn’t interrupt.

The way he listened.

Actually listened.

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And I realized something.

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He was the same.

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Not just in texts.

But here.

In front of me.

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And that scared me.

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Because when something feels this easy…

it usually doesn’t stay.

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“Glad we met,” he said suddenly.

I looked at him.

“Me too,” I replied.

And I meant it.

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But somewhere inside…

a small voice whispered—

Don’t get used to this.

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🔥 Ending Hook

Something about this didn’t feel casual anymore…

But was I ready for what comes next?

Stay tuned for Episode 3.

I didn’t expect the day to continue.

Usually, meetings like this end with a simple goodbye.

A polite smile. A “we’ll talk.”

And then… nothing.

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But with Kabir—

it didn’t feel finished.

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“Walk?” he asked, standing up.

I hesitated for a second.

Then nodded.

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The beach felt different at night.

Quieter. Slower.

Like the world had taken a pause.

Only the waves were moving.

And maybe… my thoughts.

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We walked side by side.

Not too close.

Not too far.

Just enough to feel his presence.

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“You’re quiet,” he said after a while.

“I’m thinking.”

“About?”

“You.”

He looked at me, surprised.

“Already?” he teased.

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t make it weird.”

“Too late,” he smiled.

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We both laughed.

And just like that… the silence felt lighter.

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We sat near the shore.

The sand was cold, but it felt nice.

Grounding.

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“Do you believe in things happening for a reason?” I asked.

“Depends,” he said.

“On what?”

“On whether they stay.”

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I frowned. “That’s not an answer.”

“It is,” he said calmly.

“Some things feel perfect… but they don’t last. So what’s the reason then?”

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His words didn’t sound casual.

They sounded… experienced.

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“Maybe the reason is just to feel it,” I said softly.

He looked at me.

For a moment, neither of us said anything.

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“You think too much,” he said.

“And you feel too little,” I replied.

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“Not true,” he smiled slightly.

“I just don’t show it.”

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That scared me more.

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Because people who don’t show things…

usually feel them deeper.

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“Do you regret meeting me?” he asked suddenly.

I shook my head.

“No.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know,” I said honestly.

“It just… feels right.”

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He didn’t reply immediately.

He just looked at the ocean.

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“Right things don’t always stay,” he said quietly.

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Something about that line stayed with me.

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The air felt heavier now.

Not uncomfortable.

Just… real.

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I realized something in that moment.

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This wasn’t just a random meeting anymore.

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It was becoming a memory.

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And I hadn’t even left yet.

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We sat there for a long time.

Talking.

Laughing.

Sometimes just… being quiet.

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And for the first time in a while—

my mind wasn’t loud.

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It was calm.

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Because of him.

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And that was the problem.

🔥Ending Hook

Maybe it wasn’t just the night that felt different…

Maybe it was him.

And maybe… I was already getting used to something I couldn’t keep.

“Stay tuned for episode 4👀