1. The First Message – A Small Beginning
It all started with a simple message.
Ansh had seen her name in the comments of a mutual friend’s post. Akshita—her words were thoughtful, laced with kindness yet carrying an air of quiet mystery. She wasn’t like the others who casually joked in the comments; there was a depth in her replies that made him pause.
On a whim, he sent her a message.
"Hey, you seem interesting."
She responded, but it was polite, brief, and somewhat distant. They exchanged a few words, but the conversation never took flight. She didn’t ask him anything back, and he took it as a sign—she wasn’t interested.
So, he let it go.
Life went on. Months passed.
And then, six months later, out of nowhere, her name flashed on his screen.
"Can we talk?"
For a moment, he just stared at the message.
He hesitated. Was this a mistake? Was it meant for someone else? But something inside him stirred—a quiet curiosity, maybe even a hope.
"Of course. What’s up?"
That night, their conversation lasted for hours.
She was different this time—softer, more vulnerable. She was moving on from a relationship, or at least, trying to. He could hear it in her voice, the way she spoke of love as something distant yet lingering.
"I just feel lost, Ansh," she admitted one night. "Like… I want to move on, but a part of me is still stuck there."
He didn’t rush her. He didn’t tell her to forget her past or to love him instead. He simply listened.
And maybe that’s what drew her closer to him.
2. When She Said
Days turned into weeks, and their conversations became a habit. A necessary comfort. They shared memories, fears, and inside jokes that only they understood.
And then, one evening, out of nowhere, she said it—
"I think I love you."
Her voice was uncertain, as if she wasn’t sure if she was confessing love or just loneliness.
Ansh’s heart skipped a beat, but he held himself back.
He had seen the way she still spoke of her past, the way her voice softened when she mentioned her ex. Was she in love with him? Or just in love with the idea of love?
Instead of answering immediately, he did something else—he introduced her to his college faculty, a psychologist.
"Why would you do this for me?" she asked, surprised.
"Because I want you to heal, Akshita. I don’t want to be a replacement for someone you’re still holding on to."
She was quiet for a long time before whispering, "Thank you."
In the weeks that followed, something changed. She seemed lighter, freer. She laughed more, and this time, it felt real. She talked about the future, about them.
One night, she said something that made Ansh’s heart swell.
"Would you ever talk to my brother?"
"Of course," he said, smiling. "But why?"
"I don’t know… maybe just to see if you two get along. Not now, but someday."
Someday.
A word filled with possibilities.
And then, another question came, one that carried an edge of insecurity—
"What if, when you join the academy, you meet someone more beautiful? More lovable?"
Ansh frowned.
"Why are you asking this?"
"I don’t know… just curious."
"I’m not here because of how you look, Akshita," he said firmly. "And if I ever fall for someone else, it wouldn’t be because she’s ‘more beautiful’ than you. Love doesn’t work that way."
She didn’t reply immediately. When she finally spoke, it was just a soft, "Hmm…"
3. The Slow Disappearance
They spoke of marriage, not as a fleeting dream, but as something real.
"My father will be impressed when he meets you," she had once said, a quiet certainty in her voice.
Ansh had believed it. He had started seeing a future where she was a part of his life.
And then, she started fading.
At first, it was small—missed calls, delayed replies. He brushed it off, thinking she was just busy. But soon, the silence grew louder.
His messages went unanswered. Conversations that used to last hours were now cut short.
One day, he asked directly, "What’s wrong, Akshita? Just tell me."
She took a long time to reply.
And then, the words came—cold, detached.
"I don’t need any man in my life besides my dad and my brother."
It felt like a slap.
"What?"
"I just… don’t see the need for anyone else."
It was as if the past few months had never happened. As if their conversations, their confessions, their plans—none of it had meant anything.
Ansh stared at his phone, a lump forming in his throat. Had he just been a phase? A timepass?
He wanted to ask, to fight, to demand an explanation.
But instead, he just said, "Okay."
And he let her go.
4. Shattered Hope
Two months passed.
And then, one evening, his phone rang.
It was her.
His fingers hovered over the screen. He should ignore it. He should move on.
But he didn’t. He answered.
"Can we talk?"
Her voice was different this time—softer, almost guilty.
"I owe you the truth."
And then she said it—
"My ex came back."
Silence.
"And you chose him?" Ansh asked.
"I… I didn’t stop him," she admitted. "I don’t know why, but I just… couldn’t."
"So all this time, I was just…?" His voice was hoarse.
"No!" she said quickly. "I did love you. I still do."
"Then why?"
She hesitated, then whispered, "I never stopped loving him."
Ansh closed his eyes.
There it was. The answer he had dreaded but already known.
He was the bridge she had used to heal. But bridges aren’t homes. They are just something you cross when you need to.
"You broke something in me, Akshita," he finally said. "Something I don’t know if I’ll ever fix."
She sobbed on the other end. "I’m sorry."
But sorry didn’t change the truth.
He hung up.
And then, for the first time in months, he deleted her number.
Not because he had stopped loving her, but because he finally accepted the truth-She hadn’t just left.
She had crushed the very hope that love could be real.
And just like that, he let go.
Not because he stopped caring, but because he finally realized—
Some love stories aren’t meant to be written in permanence.
They exist only as echoes—beautiful, fleeting, and lost to time.
.....To Be Continued
Part 2