MEANT TO BE....he`s mine

My life in Delhi was going... okay.

Not great, honestly, but okay-ish. Manageable.

For me, my followers are everything.

They've become my world, and maybe that's not the healthiest thing to admit, but I don't really care.

I don't pay much attention to the outside world. I've built this digital bubble around me, and I'm okay living inside it.

Yeah, I know, it's a little toxic.

But it's only toxic to me, so I let it be.

What I do care about, what's been quietly eating away at the back of my mind, is a girl.

No, not in that way.

She's not someone I know.

She's just… someone who's always been there.

She's a follower.

No posts. No profile picture. No identity.

Just a random username:

"Sai`s Aman."

I know, it sounds funny. Almost cringey.

But for two years, that same girl has been the first to like and comment on every single thing I've posted.

Whether it was a new vlog, a stupid reel, or even a story I posted just for the sake of posting, it was always her.

She saw it. She reacted. She showed up. Every time.

At first, I didn't really notice. I mean, you don't track these things, right?

But slowly... I did start noticing.

I started keeping track of when she liked a post.

When she commented.

When she disappeared for a day or two, I noticed that too.

A few weeks ago, my brother got married.

It was chaos. Family, ceremonies, late nights, and I barely uploaded anything during that time.

And yet… the only thing that kept flashing in my head was:

"She's probably waiting."

I know, that's so stupid.

She's a stranger. I don't even know her real name.

But sometimes...

Sometimes, even a stranger can get under your skin.

Make you feel seen in a way no one else does.

And maybe that's what she did.

Without saying a word, without ever showing her face,

She made a space in my world.

But then… a few days ago, something happened.

Something unusual.

I was in the middle of filming a video, just a regular day, camera rolling, energy half-dead from too much coffee, when I paused to take a break.

And in that exact moment, my sister-in-law answered the front gate.

Nothing odd, nothing dramatic.

Until I casually asked, "Who was it?"

She shrugged, half-distracted, and said,

"Some girl… she was asking about you. Then she left."

That sentence.

Just that one sentence hit something in me.

Some girl… asking about me.

Immediately, my brain jumped to her.

That anonymous girl.

"Sai`s Aman."

The ghost with a username and a presence too familiar.

I don't know why, but I ran.

Literally ran to the front door.

To the street.

To find her.

It had started raining, like really raining. Heavy, loud, cold.

But I didn't care.

I scanned the street, turning left, right, blinking through the blur of the downpour.

But… nothing.

She wasn't there.

Just a random couple kissing on a bike, right in the middle of the road.

Who even does that?

I mean, it was raining buckets, and they were out there like they were in a movie.

Careless.

Free.

But her?

The girl who came asking for me,

Gone.

Like a whisper that disappeared with the wind.

Like she was never real at all.

And still…

I couldn't stop thinking about her.

Not then. Not even now.

That day...The girl at the gate...It was just one day.

But after that?

Silence.

No likes.

No comments.

No "first to react."

No presence.

Her username still existed—"Sai`s Aman" was technically there, but it was like the soul behind it had vanished.

No activity.

No trace.

Just gone.

And it was weird.

Because someone who had been so consistently present, for years, suddenly disappearing?

It messes with your head most quietly.

At first, I kept checking.

Out of habit, out of instinct.

Every new video, every live, every reel, I found myself pausing, searching the comments for that one familiar name.

Nothing.

Eventually, even that stopped.

Life moved on.

And so did I.

Work picked up again. Collaborations, shoots, travel, it all blurred into routine.

And then... I shifted back to Punjab.

My hometown.

A place I'd visited a thousand times before, but this time?

This time felt different.

I don't know why.

There was no logical reason for it.

But the morning I packed my bags and got in the car, I had this buzzing feeling in my chest, like a pulse I couldn't quiet down.

Butterflies.

Not anxiety. Not fear.

Just... something.

A strange kind of anticipation.

A whisper in the back of my mind that kept saying:

"Something's about to change."

And honestly?

I had never felt anything like it before.

Not for a city.

Not for a place I'd seen a dozen times.

And definitely not without knowing why.

I just knew something, or someone, was waiting for me there.

Even if I couldn't explain it.

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It had been a day since Saisha deactivated her Instagram.

Surprisingly, it didn't affect her as much as she thought it would.

She was numb.

Living inside her own little world of silence. A world where nothing reached her—not messages, not notifications, not even memories unless they forced themselves in.

The next morning, she was sitting on her bed, hair tied up messily, blankly staring out of the window, when Sam came rushing in, completely breathless, phone in hand.

"Sai—Saisha!"

Startled, she turned. "Yeah? What happened, Sam?"

Sam was panting, her eyes wide.

"Did you check your Instagram?"

Saisha gave a faint, confused laugh. "Sam… you were the one who deactivated all my socials. Why would I check it?"

Sam stepped closer, held out her phone. "I know, I know… but I logged into your account last night just to make sure it stayed deactivated, and Sai—just look at this. Look what I saw."

She handed over her phone.

Saisha hesitated, took it from her hands… and stared.

There it was.

A message.

From Aman.

One word:

"Hello."

And before she could even feel anything about that, her eyes fell to the message right below it.

From Yash.

"Please don't tell anyone about this pregnancy. If you need money, I'll send it. Just don't speak about it to anyone."

And just like that, something inside her cracked open again.

She didn't cry because Aman replied.

She didn't smile.

She didn't even react to it.

She broke because of Yash.

Again.

Still.

Tears slipped down her cheeks—not from surprise, but from sheer exhaustion.

It was the timing. The irony.

A good thing trying to reach her, while a bad one refused to leave.

Sam snatched the phone gently from her hands.

Her voice was firm, sharp with protectiveness.

"No. This—this should've happened long ago."

She opened Yash's chat.

Blocked him.

Deleted the thread.

Then looked straight at Saisha.

"Saisha, you're way too good for him. Why can't you see that? Please... stop ruining yourself over someone who never deserved your love in the first place."

Saisha didn't respond.

Not because she didn't want to.

But because… she was done.

Done defending Yash.

Done making excuses.

Done hoping.

And that silence?

It wasn't weakness.

It was the start of letting go.