Welcome to my story everybody, thank you for giving it a chance.

Let's start with the introduction.

Aarini Mehta, 19 years old, dark brown hair, olive skin, brown eyes, slender figure.

**Mrinalika & Devansh**

Mrinalika is 19 years old, fair skin, black hair, brown eyes, heavy figure.

Devansh is 20 years old, wheatish skin, dark brown hair, gray eyes, fit figure.

***Chapter 1 :- Love is fake***

I was sitting on the floor while my grandmother was massaging my scalpe with pure coconut oil. I was feeling bored so I asked her to tell me a story. She thought for a while then they started telling me a story she had read somewhere in a history book. I was like "Eh history?", but still I was listening until I figured out it was a romance story. I rolled my eyes.

"Really a romance story?", I told my grandmother.

"What's wrong in it? I thought you gen z love romance stories", said my grandmother.

"Not everybody grandma", I told her frustrated.

"I don't understand you young people at first listen to the story then judge", she said.

"Fine I'm listening", I said.

She started with how there were 2 couples who used to meet in secret, spend time with eachother and when their families found out about their relationship they died together so they wouldn't have to marry somebody else.

"That's really from a history book?", I asked suspicious.

"Yes I had read it", she said.

"Love is fake I don't think anybody would be this crazy to die together I mean just marry somebody else", I said.

"Love isn't fake if it is then how did you come on the earth", she teased.

"Grandma!?", I exclaimed in shock.

She started laughing out loud, I quickly got up and ran away, after reaching my room I started combing my hair.

"How to teach these people that having physical relationship doesn't mean love", I said to myself.

"Thank god nobody is in this room I can talk to myself and express my opinion which nobody will agree with!", I said happily, then I turned to the invisible camera infront of me and started talking as if I'm in a talk show and have been asked about love.

I clear my throat and start talking "People think that having intercourse is love, who taught them this? Even I a teenager know that it isn't the truth yes you can have sex when you are in love but sex doesn't mean love, I mean in this world right now people are so selfish, well humans are selfish so I cannot blame others even I'm selfish but if I speak on the perspective of love then I have been how people choose their children over the partner they love how come that's love I mean of course you love your children if you have them but still why would you then treat your partner as the second priority just because a child has taken birth that makes no sense right? I have seen people say oh you are my whole world but after having children it changes boom why? if it's true love it wouldn't have changed so what if a child has taken birth? Love now is all fake." I sigh in frustration.

"Have you gone crazy?", said someone, I quickly turn around and it's my younger brother.

"What do you mean idiot go away!", I shouted at him, he ran away.

"Did he hear me talking to myself?", I sigh. "So embarrassing!", I cover my face and jump on my bed to scroll my phone.

As a teenager what else do I have? It's not like I have an interesting life like in movies, I start scrolling reels, I scroll for hours simping over fictional characters even though I don't believe in love. "It's all just attraction", that's all I say to myself.

People think they will have an extraordinary life if they read in college and then there is me who never had one single male friend!

I talk to myself for hours and hours and later at the end of the day at the dinner table while my mother was serving of course my father doesn't serve.

My brother exclaimed "Dad do you know elder sis has gone crazy?", my mother asked "What do you mean?", he replied "She was talking to herself this afternoon", I quickly smack his back.

Later at night after scrolling my phone till 3am, I fall asleep.

When I wake up I find myself in a storage kind of small room, I stand up thinking where am I!? I look around and mumble "What is this room? It feels kind of weird, the quality of this material is so good!", I start walking and then come out of the house and see it's a small hut and then I look around, "Why is everybody wearing traditional clothes?", I thought to myself.

"But first of all WHERE AM I!?", I started walking around in tension, I was so scared that I might have been kidnapped, maybe my parents sold me? "No idiot!", I slapped myself, I roamed around, when I was running around I saw how people were looking at me I didn't understand why are they looking at me as if I have done something wrong? Then I saw many girls who are younger than me they are wearing sindoor, "What they are married? Child marriage!?" I thought to myself, I kept wandering as I had no idea what was going on, tears filled my eyes, I sat down under a tree crying.

That's when I heard somebody's voice, I looked up at him, he was a really handsome and tall boy, my heart skipped a beat but I was too scared to process what was going on.

He asked me gently "Are you hurt?"

I shook my head as no.

"Then why are you crying?", he asked.

I didn't know what to say because it felt so weird, these are human only but their language still feels kind of weird, I can understand it but why is he speaking like how old people use actual words instead of the modern words which have replaced the original.

"It-t's nothing", I said shaking a bit.

He looked at me with very soft eyes and offered me some prasad from a nearby temple, I was scared at first what if it's poisoned but still I ate it when I saw him eating. He understood that something had happened which I didn't want to tell him so he walked me to the same house where I had woken up today, I told him that's my house.

I thanked him and then saw how others at the streets were looking at me, as if I have done a crime by walking with a boy around my age, I couldn't handle those stares I quickly went inside.

"I have to figure out what's going on." I said to myself.