Chapter 2: Truths I Didn't Understand Yet
After everything that happened in the classroom, silence followed me everywhere.
Sneha walked out without looking back, and with that, a friendship I trusted blindly shattered in seconds. But she wasn't the only one who walked away that day.
Smit—Het's best friend, the same boy who had loved me since the 9th standard—was furious.
I later found out that Smit had confronted Het.
He shouted at him, questioned him, and accused him of betrayal.
"You knew I loved her," Smit said angrily.
"The girl I loved… you proposed to her in front of everyone."
That day, Het didn't just lose Sneha.
He lost his best friend too.
Smit stopped talking to him completely.
Years of friendship broke because of one moment—because of me.
And the worst part?
At that time…
I didn't even know what I truly felt.
I still don't know how to explain it.
People assume that when I said "I love you too," it came from certainty.
But the truth is—I was confused.
I didn't know whether I loved Het or not.
I didn't know whether it was attraction, emotion, pressure, or pain.
What I did know was this:
My best friend had left me.
She had accused me.
She had insulted me in front of the entire class.
All for a boy.
And suddenly, that boy stood there and proposed to me publicly.
At that moment, my mind wasn't thinking about love.
It wasn't thinking about the future.
It was thinking about hurt.
It was thinking about betrayal.
It was thinking about revenge.
A part of me wanted Sneha to see—
that I was never wrong,
that I never chased anyone,
that I never tried to steal anything from her.
I wanted her to feel the same pain she had given me.
So when Het confessed, I didn't stop to think.
I didn't stop to understand my feelings.
I just said yes.
Not because I was sure.
Not because I was in love.
But because somewhere inside me, I wanted to prove something—
and maybe hurt someone the way I had been hurt.
Later that night, sitting alone in the hostel room, reality started sinking in.
Sneha was gone.
Smit was gone.
And I was standing in the middle of a relationship I didn't fully understand.
I wasn't happy.
I wasn't proud.
I was scared.
Because I realized something terrifying—
One decision, taken without thinking,
had broken friendships, changed lives, and pushed me into a phase I was never ready for.
Love, studies, guilt, revenge, confusion—
everything mixed together.
And the girl who once lived freely, without tension, without love, without complications…
was now lost in emotions she didn't even know how to name.