MEANT TO BE....he`s mine

Later That Night

(Aman's POV)

It was past midnight.

Aman was lying in bed, scrolling through his phone without focus. Music played softly in the background, some indie acoustic playlist meant to calm the mind. But his thoughts weren't calm.

They kept circling back.

To her.

To that ridiculous, oddly personal username:

"Sai`s Aman."

It had been weeks since he'd replied to that message.

Just hello.

And nothing came after it.

No seen. No typing bubble. No nothing.

And yet, he hadn't deleted the chat.

He told himself he didn't care. That he'd replied out of politeness.

But now…

Now he found himself thinking about her late at night like this.

Not because he knew her.

But because she had known him—through screens, through silence, through every damn post.

And then just… disappeared.

That name was still burned in his memory.

So silly. So cheesy.

And yet… kind of heartbreaking now.

Who was she?

Meanwhile...

(Saisha's POV)

Saisha sat on her rooftop, legs tucked into her chest, head leaning against the railing. The night air was cold, but it helped her breathe.

Sam was asleep inside. The house was quiet.

But her mind wasn't.

Yash's words kept trying to pull her back into that pit, but for once, she was resisting.

Not perfectly.

Not confidently.

But… resisting.

She had her phone in her hands.

It had taken every bit of courage to turn Instagram back on.

One new message.

Still unopened.

Still sitting there.

"Hello."

From Aman.

The boy she had adored silently for so long. The one whose videos made her feel like she wasn't entirely invisible. The one who unknowingly kept her alive some nights.

She had dreamed of him replying for years.

And now that he had?

She felt nothing.

No butterflies.

No screams.

Just… silence.

Because pain changes you.

Because heartbreak dulls even the brightest fantasies.

And yet—her thumb hovered over the message.

Not to reply.

Not to start anything.

But just to acknowledge it.

To let herself feel… that someone had reached out.

Even if it was too late.

Even if she wasn't ready.

She finally opened the message.

Aman's "Hello."

Simple. Kind. Human.

She stared at it for minutes that felt like hours.She didn't feel excitement. She didn't feel scared of what to reply.She just… didn't feel anything strong enough to craft a perfect reply.

So she didn't overthink.

She typed: "Hi."Sent it.

Locked her phone. Crawled into bed. And shut the world out.

She had no space left for butterflies or overthinking or nervous pacing.Her heart was tired.And for now, that one word was all she had to give.

Meanwhile...

Aman was lying in his dimly lit room, casually switching between YouTube comments and half-watching a show when his phone buzzed.

One notification.

From her.

He sat up.Unlocked his phone.Opened Instagram.

There it was.

"Hi."

Two letters. No emojis. No "finally." No, "oh my god, you replied."Just… hi.

And still, something about it hit him in the chest. He froze for a moment, unsure what to do with it.

He didn't know whether to smile, get excited, or question everything.

One Minute Later...He picked up his phone and called his best friend.

"Bro. She replied."

"Good," his friend yawned. "Now maybe you'll finally stop obsessing and live your life in peace. Party time! The most important human has replied to you."

Aman rolled his eyes. "Why are you being sarcastic?"

"Because you're being insane, bro. You don't even know this girl. What if it's a guy behind the screen? What if it's a fake profile?"

"Dude, shut up. Come on—it's just a reply. Chill."

"Oh just a reply? That you've been WAITING for like it's oxygen? Come on, man."

Aman sighed. "She didn't say anything crazy. Just a simple 'hi.' She's probably just a quiet fan. She once wrote that my videos make her feel less alone... that's all."

His friend paused."...Then maybe she wants to feel seen by you. Maybe she wants to be more than just a fan?"

"Bro... so what do I even say? Should I message again or give her space?"

"Text her, man. But just don't get attached again. Remember what happened last time? Two years of your life? Gone. You don't even know if she's emotionally available, stable, anything."

Aman rubbed his temple. "Yeah... yeah. You're right. But still. I don't want to ignore her either."

"Didn't she once say your videos made her feel less alone?"

"Yeah…"

"Then write that back. Say—'Hope I'm still making you feel less alone.' No pressure. Just real."

Aman smiled slightly. "Okay... okay. Let me reply and I'll call you later."

"Go. But don't fall. Not yet."

"Hmm. Bye."

He ended the call.

Opened the chat.Typed slowly.

"Hope I'm still making you feel less alone?"

Sent.Delivered.Clock ticking.

One hour passed.Still no reply.

He stared at his screen.

Confused.

Frustrated.Curious.

"What is this girl's deal?"

First, she disappears for months. Then she replies with just a 'hi.' And now... nothing?

It was maddening.

Not because he wanted her badly.But because for once, he wanted to understand why she felt like something unfinished in his life.

And now?

She was gone again.

Do you believe in the red thread theory?

They say an invisible red string connects those who are destined to meet, no matter the time, the place, or the circumstances.The string may stretch.It may tangle.But it will never, ever break.

And somewhere between a quiet terrace where Saisha was sitting and a dimly lit bedroom where Aman was still confused about what to reply, just five meters apart, two souls unknowingly sat, tied to the same string.

Saisha sat curled up on her rooftop, knees hugged to her chest, the city lights below blinking like tired stars. The weight of her past still clung to her shoulders, but her heart… her heart had shifted for a moment.

A single message."Hi."Sent to someone who had no idea he was etched into her most silent parts.

She sent it and sighed, not expecting anything, not hoping for much, just needing to breathe. And with that, she shut her phone and went to sleep.

What she didn't know…What she couldn't have known…Was that just five meters away, in front of her room, just 5m, Aman was wide awake in his room. His fingers were trembling slightly as he stared at his screen, lit by the glow of her message.

"Hi," it read.So simple. So painfully simple.

But to him?It was thunder.

He'd been thinking about this girl for weeks, the one with no name, no face. Just a username: Sai`s Aman. The girl who liked every post, commented first every time, made his chaotic online world feel less lonely.

And then… she'd disappeared.Like mist evaporating before dawn.And now she was back.

Back with a whisper of a word.A word that unraveled him in ways he didn't understand.

He stared at his screen, heart oddly calm. The world outside thundered with rain. But inside? A strange, eerie stillness.

He didn't know she was so close.Didn't know she was right there, if he opened his room gate and went on the terrace he could see her but again they will not meet until the right time, she was with him with the same sky blanketing them both.

Saisha breathed in the cool air, unaware that the boy who unknowingly lived in her dreams… was right there.And Aman? He typed out slowly, deliberately:

"Hope I'm still making you feel less alone?"

And with that, he pressed send. A quiet offering.Not knowing that fate was smirking in the corner of the night, tangling their red threads just a little tighter.