Chapter 1: Status Update
After another exhausting cold war with Rohan, my thumb hovered above the keyboard, ready to type out a long, conciliatory WhatsApp message. But before I could hit send, a flurry of Insta comments flashed before my eyes:
[Here we go again—the guy gets egged on by his gang to start another cold war with his girlfriend. So dumb.]
[He leaves his bros’ protection only to realise it’s not even raining outside. Hilarious.]
[Just keep this up. If he really breaks up with his girlfriend, his friends will be lining up for a chance at love.]
[Girl, look at that childhood friend of the guy who always acts like he hates you. If you just smiled at him, he’d do anything for you.]
I stared at my phone, half in disbelief, then, almost on impulse, typed: "Happy breakup."
As soon as I posted it to my WhatsApp Status, my heart skipped. For a moment, I hovered over the delete button, my thumb trembling. Should I take it back? What if Rohan saw? Before I could decide, the likes started pouring in—pop, pop, pop. My phone vibrated madly with each notification, the little heart icons stacking up. I could almost imagine someone in a group chat forwarding my Status with a sly, "Dekha? Finally happened." The air in my tiny rented flat felt lighter, even the ceiling fan spun with new energy. My mind raced, but underneath it all, I felt a strange, unexpected relief.