MEANT TO BE....he`s mine

Saisha saw the message,

Hope I'm still making you feel less alone?

She took a deep breath. Her fingers hovered over the screen.She didn't want to say too much, but she didn't want to let it go either.

So she typed…

Saisha:

You were the only thing that made me feel seen.So yeah, still… less alone. :)

Aman stared at the message.He smiled. That real kind of smile, the one he didn't post online.

He replied:

Aman:

You're the most mysterious follower I've ever had.No posts, no DP, not even a name. Just "Sai`s Aman"I honestly thought it was a prank account at first. 

Saisha:

Haha, it kinda was…I didn't think you'd ever notice.

Aman:

Are you kidding? You were literally the FIRST like every time.I started waiting for your comments.Sometimes I post just to see if you'd show up.

(That made her stop breathing for a second.)

Saisha:

I didn't think I mattered to anyone.Especially someone like you…

Aman:

Don't say "someone like me."Fame doesn't mean I don't crave real connection.Sometimes I feel lonelier with 3 million followers than I did with 30.

(There was a pause.

Then she typed something that felt heavier, truer:)

Saisha:

Then maybe it's not just me you were saving all this time.Maybe we were saving each other.

Aman:

Don't say that or I'll fall for you in your invisibility Who are you, really?

Saisha:

Someday, maybe I'll tell you.For now, let's keep it quiet. Like… us against the noise?

Aman:

I like that. Us against the noise.No filters. No fans. Just… this.

(And for the first time, Saisha didn't feel like a fan. She felt like his person. And Aman, for the first time, wasn't talking to a crowd.)

He was just talking to her.

Then they started talking almost daily....

DAY 1 – Midnight texts

Aman:

Can I ask you something personal?

Saisha:

Only if you don't get scared of the answer.

Aman:

Try me.

Why did you disappear? That one day when you stopped liking, commenting. You vanished.

Saisha:

Something broke.

Not physically… more like, emotionally.

I didn't feel like "me" anymore. So I left every space where I existed.

Aman:

That…

That hit hard.

Saisha:

Sorry if that was too much.

Aman:

It wasn't.

It was honest. And rare.

You felt like a rhythm in my online noise. When it stopped, I noticed.

I missed you. Even without knowing you.

Saisha:

You noticed me? That version of me?

Aman:

Every version.

Even this one — the silent, hiding one.

Especially this one.

DAY 2 – Morning voice notes

Saisha: (her first-ever voice note)

I don't usually talk to people I admire... especially not like this.

But I don't know why... it doesn't feel like I'm talking to a celebrity.

It just feels like I'm talking to... someone I've always known.

Weird, right?

Aman: (sends his own back — his voice low, casual, warm)

Not weird at all.

Sometimes strangers carry parts of us we didn't know were missing.

You? You've been in my comment section for 2 years. That's not a stranger anymore.

That's... someone I've waited for without knowing I was waiting.

DAY 4 – Late night

Saisha:

What's your safe place?

Aman:

It used to be my camera. My videos.

Now? I think it's wherever I find your name lighting up my screen.

Saisha:

You're dangerous with words.

You shouldn't be allowed to text at night.

It messes with hearts.

Aman:

Yours?

Is it messing with yours?

Saisha:

Goodnight, Aman.

Aman:

Touché.

But before you sleep, just know this:

There's a girl with no posts, no face, no name...

And she's becoming my favorite unknown.

DAY 6 – Saisha sends him a playlist

Caption:

"For rainy days and lonely rooms. The kind where your heart feels too loud."

Aman:

You just described every day since I met you.

(They still haven't exchanged full names. No video calls. No "where do you live."

Just this invisible thread pulling them closer — thought by thought, heartbeat by heartbeat.)

And what they don't know is that they're living almost next door.

One terrace. One wall. Five meters.

A universe of emotion apart.

Until one day....

Saisha always thought some people were meant to be admired from afar — like sunsets, or celebrities, or Aman.

They had been talking for a month.

Just texting. Just enough to keep the heart full.

He had never asked her for a picture. She never offered.It wasn't necessary. The words were enough. The feeling was enough.

He was a creator. A quiet soul. Someone who made her laugh at midnight and reminded her she wasn't alone — even if he didn't know her name.

She knew he lived in Delhi.

She didn't know fate had different plans.

That afternoon…

"Aman beta, give this back to the neighbors across. They sent us kheer. So sweet of them."

"Hmm, yeah, okay," he replied lazily, sliding into a pair of worn-out shorts and a loose ganji. Black specs perched on his nose, he looked every bit like a guy who didn't care for surprises.

He grabbed the steel casserole and crossed the road barefoot.

Inside Saisha's house…

"Beta, check the gate"

Saisha sighed, clutching her notes close to her chest. "Coming!"

She didn't expect anything unusual.

Definitely not him.

She opened the gate — and froze.

It was him. Aman. Standing there. In front of her.

She stared like the wind had been knocked out of her lungs. Her fingers gave way, and the notes she was holding slipped to the ground.

He looked confused, unaware of the storm he'd just triggered in her chest.

"Oh—sorry," he said casually, bending to help her. "Didn't mean to scare you."

He picked up the paper and glanced at it. "Video editing? Sounds cool."

He handed her the dish. "Uh, our mom said thanks for the kheer. Returning the love."

Saisha couldn't speak. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out. She just nodded.

He gave her a soft, polite smile — the kind strangers share.

"Okay… thanks," he said again, turning to leave.

She watched him walk back across the street, into the house right in front of hers.

It was happening.

He had moved in right across her.The guy she'd been texting for a month.The guy who still had no idea it was her.

She stood still, heart pounding, head spinning.

How ironic, how heartbreakingly beautiful, that the boy who made her feel so close through a screen… was now living right in front of her…

…yet didn't even know her name.