FAKE ID ≠ FAKE LOVE
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FL (Female Lead):
Name: Saanjh (সাঁঝ)
Personality: Emotional, a little moody, playful when provoked, lonely inside but hides it with sarcasm and humor. Curious and bold (she dares to tease Anay back).
ML (Male Lead):
Name: Dr. Anay Ahmed (a.k.a. “Hrid”)
Personality: Serious, respected cardiologist, calm but has a hidden playful side. Introvert type, not into casual romance. Loyal to friends, but gets trapped in their dares.
Aakash
Close friend of Hrid, married to Pushpita.
Personality: Teasing, fun-loving, but protective about his wife.
Relation: ML’s best friend.
Pushpita
Aakash’s wife, also in the same friend group.
Personality: Smart, witty, sometimes the “brain” of the group.
Relation: ML’s friend.
Siyam
Easygoing, the one who initiates the truth-and-dare game.
Personality: Mischievous planner, loves to stir drama.
Relation: ML’s friend.
Urmi
Only other female in the friend circle besides Pushpita. Married to Ratul.
Personality: Sweet, caring, has a playful but grounded vibe.
Relation: ML’s friend.
Sumita Begum
Saanjh’s mother.
Personality: Traditional, caring, typical mom who keeps track of her daughter.
Relation: FL’s mother.
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Hey Miss! Will you be my Mrs.?”
Saanjh, sitting there with a gloomy mood, suddenly noticed a message request pop up on her Messenger. 😒
Messages like these usually come a lot. She always ignores them calmly… but today, neither her mood nor her mind was in the right place.
Fuming with irritation, she typed
sanjh(fl)
Accepted. Accepted. Accepted. Let’s start a virtual marriage.” 😏
As soon as she sent it, the message was seen. ✅
It felt like the person was right there in her inbox… but didn’t move a finger.
Curious, Saanjh glanced at the account name
The profile picture was a simple heart. Usually, guys put their own pics, but this one… and the strange message… she immediately assumed it was a fake account.
Then her phone buzzed again. Another message from the same account:
Saanjh raised her eyebrows. 😳
Holding her head with one hand, sitting on the edge of her bed, she whispered,
sanjh(fl)
What even… how does someone…?”
A sudden mischief sparked in her scattered mind. She smirked. 😏
Sad, gloomy, sitting in her room shedding silent tears… and suddenly, this Anay from the fake account messaged her something cheeky. Someone she didn’t know… wasn’t even on her friend list.
sanjh(fl)
Let’s chase away the loneliness a bit. He started it… might as well have some fun.”
sanjh(fl)
Alright dear. From now on, you’re my ‘Kochipu Babu.’ How’s that?” 💕
Seen ✅… but no typing back.
She laughed loudly and typed again,
sanjh(fl)
Okay Babu, what are you doing? Did you eat tonight?” 🍽️
Still… silence.
Frowning, waiting, Saanjh finally went to Anay Ahmed’s profile.
Scrolling through, her eyes widened in surprise. 😮
The entire wall was filled with health-related posts. She thought: “
sanjh(fl)
Seriously? Someone who can joke like that is this knowledgeable?”
sanjh(fl)
Like… seriously?” 😳
fl mom
Saanjh? Are you coming for dinner?”
Her phone almost slipped from her hand, but she caught it. Taking a deep breath, she replied,
fl mom
Be there in five minutes!”
Her gaze returned to the phone… the three dots were bouncing… typing… maybe… maybe not.
Sitting comfortably on her bed, holding the phone close, eyes wide, waiting…
And then—click! The screen went black. 😱
She pressed her forehead with one hand:
???
“Of course… battery died now!”
Plugging it in quickly, a knock came at the door. She ran, opened it… and jumped onto her bed in shock.
.
akash
So? How far’s the story, Hrid?
Aakash’s playful pinch made Hrid glare at him. 😑
Under the open sky, six friends were sitting in a circle: Hrid, Aakash, Pushpita, Siyam, Riyad, and Urmi. After many years, they finally reunited. 🎉
Urmi grabbed the phone from Hrid’s hand. Everyone except Hrid watched eagerly.
urmi
Haha! Message didn’t deliver. Offline thanks to Hrid’s antics!” she laughed.
hrid/anay(ml)
Don’t ever have toxic friends like you.” 😤
Everyone giggled, some even chuckled loudly. Hrid exhaled, shaking his head.
A moment later, Siyam said,
siyam
One month, folks! Can you manage?”
puspita
Of course you can. You have to… or else he wouldn’t even be Hrid!” 😏
akash
Anyway… who even knows him as Hrid? Everyone calls him Dr. Anay Ahmed, cardiologist.”
siyam
What genius ideas you’ve got! The pride of our friend circle.”
The friends laughed again. Only Hrid stayed serious. He had to do something completely against his nature.
Earlier…
Whenever this friend group gathered, it was like college life all over again—the music, the talks, the little pranks, the mischief… 🌙
Suddenly Siyam said,
No questions, everyone agreed in a heartbeat. They decided: Truth or Dare.
Siyam told Hrid,
siyam
Go! Bring the bottle.”
The friends’ reunion was at Hrid’s house. For now, the rooftop was their hangout. 🌌
Hrid arrived… and the bottle’s mouth pointed at him. Everyone’s eyes on Hrid—what would he pick?
With a mischievous smirk, Hrid took the dare. 😏
Everyone else laughed devilishly.
Riyad threw the dare at Hrid:
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On your Facebook ‘People You May Know’… the first girl you see, you have to flirt with her for a month. High-level flirting. And the most important thing: win her over.” 💘
Everyone’s eyes widened.
Hrid smirked:
hrid/anay(ml)
Okay… all do this.”
.
Arnav – Saanjh’s elder brother
Arif Sahab – Likely Saanjh’s father
hrid/anay(ml)
Okay! I’ll do this
It wasn’t just a sentence. It was like an arrow shot straight from a bow, hitting everyone’s hearts. Nobody expected Hrid to actually agree.
After Hrid accepted the dare, Urmi whispered to Riyad,
urmi
Nothing else to worry about, right? What if the girl is old?”
???
Hrid’s always lucky. Just leave it to fate this time.”
Akash and Pushpita’s gaze stayed fixed on Hrid. Seeing that, Hrid raised an eyebrow and asked,
Pushpita, thoughtful, said
puspita
You’re okay, right? We know how Dr. Anay behaves…”
Urmi quickly covered Pushpita’s mouth and said mischievously,
urmi
If you made a mistake, let it be… sometimes mistakes are good.”
Then she let go of Pushpita, “You just stay quiet.”
Hrid hadn’t yet started the dare… but yes, there was one thing. He opened Facebook and checked the first account in “People You May Know.” The name: Anamika Howlader. Profile picture: a lotus flower. He sent the first message.
Siyaam teased,
siyam
Ooh! Good, and definitely different.”
Since he had to flirt, he started cautiously. But the replies made Hrid’s eyes widen. Girls usually ignore or block such messages. But this girl… she accepted! Curiosity about this different girl started to grow inside Hrid.
He thought to himself,
sanjh(fl)
You’ll be fine, right?”
Arnav, pulling off his scary mask, laughed,
Saanjh quickly stepped forward, touched his hair, teasingly tugged it
sanjh(fl)
No one will save your hair from my hands today!”
Arnav, trying to escape, joked
arnav
Don’t get how you got scared? Do witches usually get scared?
arnav
I never said that! You admitted it yourself!” —
And ran after him.
Saanjh chased, laughing, “
sanjh(fl)
Not fair! I’ll get you!”
Their playful chaos caught the attention of Sumita Begum, their mother, who never truly gets angry at such antics. Seeing them, her heart felt a cool calm breeze. Pretending to be angry, she said,
fl mom
Stop now, or you won’t escape my hands.”
The two froze. Saanjh’s nose flared. She glanced at Arnav, who smiled cheekily.
From behind, Arif Sahab said,
fl dad
Ah, Sumi! Don’t get angry. At our age, if we sing this song ‘Don’t be angry, beauty,’ it just makes you even prettier.”
Saanjh softened, smiled, and so did Arnav. Sumita Begum arranged the food, saying softly,
fl mom
Stop chatting and eat. Age seems to vanish while playing like this.”
Saanjh’s gaze wandered to the balcony. Raindrops fell; it was now the month of Baishakh, yet the monsoon persisted. Everyone had different ways of enjoying the rain—writing, cooking, getting wet, lying under blankets, listening to songs, sipping tea on the balcony.
Saanjh stood silently, staring at the sky. Behind her room, a Jasmine vine grew. From the balcony, she could see it perfectly. 🌸
She smiled lightly, thinking how pure and white it looked—just like her heart. The rain stopped, leaving a few droplets on the ground. She ran barefoot to pick some flowers and threaded them into a garland, leaving a few on her study table for their fragrance.
She took out her diary, wrote down old wishes and desires, then picked up the pen again. Her heart fluttered with the longing for what she wanted. A sweet, faint smile played on her lips. ✍️
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