It had been a few weeks since Ravi had restored Waidasei’s name in his story as a subtle act of defiance. The story gained traction online, and while most readers were captivated by its emotion and depth, there were murmurs of speculation within the MT group about its connection to Waidasei.
One evening, Ravi received a message request from an unfamiliar ID.
Riyan: We need to talk.
Ravi frowned, sensing trouble.
Ravi: Who’s this?
Riyan: You know who I am. Stop playing dumb.
Ravi sighed. He knew this was coming.
Ravi: Alright, Riyan. What’s on your mind?
Riyan: You know damn well. That story of yours. Why did you use Waidasei’s name? Are you obsessed with her or something?
Ravi sat back, exhaling slowly before typing.
Ravi: The story is fictional. Her name was used because I was inspired by her personality, not because it’s about her. And I’m not obsessed with her.
Riyan: Don’t lie. You’re clearly using her to get attention. You had no right to put her name in it.
Ravi’s calm began to fray, but he maintained his composure.
Ravi: I’ve already explained this to Waidasei. It’s a fictional piece. If people think it’s about her, that’s their assumption, not my intention.
Riyan’s next message came swiftly, and this time it carried a warning.
Riyan: Take her name down, or you’ll regret it. This is your only warning.
Ravi smirked at the screen, shaking his head. He knew bullies when he saw them.
Ravi: Listen, Riyan. I’m not afraid of your threats. You’re barking up the wrong tree. Let me clarify something for you: I’m not in love with Waidasei. I have my own life and my own love.
There was a pause, then Riyan’s reply came.
Riyan: Oh really? And who’s this mysterious love of yours?
Ravi: Her name is Sarhazia. She’s the only person I’ve ever written about with real love in my heart. Waidasei isn’t even in the same realm. So stop assuming things.
The typing bubble appeared and disappeared multiple times before Riyan responded.
Riyan: If that’s true, why did you even use Waidasei’s name?
Ravi: Because I admire her as a person, not as a romantic interest. She’s charismatic, she’s confident, and she’s a leader. Those traits inspired a fictional character. That’s all.
Riyan’s reply was brief this time.
Riyan: Keep my girlfriend out of your stories from now on.
Ravi felt a flicker of satisfaction.
Ravi: Noted. But tell her that if she or anyone else misunderstood, my inbox is open. You don’t need to play the messenger.
The chat ended, but Ravi couldn’t shake the feeling of frustration. People often jumped to conclusions without understanding the context. Still, he felt a sense of peace knowing he had been honest.
Later that evening, as Ravi messaged Sarhazia, telling her about the incident, she laughed.
“Riyan sounds like the insecure type,” she said.
Ravi chuckled. “He’s protective, I’ll give him that. But honestly, I’m tired of explaining myself.”
Sarhazia’s voice softened. “You don’t owe anyone an explanation, Ravi. You know your truth. And I know your heart.”
Her words, like always, grounded him. Whatever storms brewed around him, Ravi knew he had his anchor—and her name wasn’t Waidasei. It was Sarhazia.
