Some girls write poetry.
Some cry into their pillows.
Siya?
She plotted a full-blown strategy.
It wasn't just a crush anymore.
It was a mission.
And his name?
Rupesh.
The day he proposed to another girl at that wedding, her world cracked.
But not in a way that made her fall.
It made her rise.
Like a phoenix—but with eyeliner, silent rage, and a diary full of plans.
"He's not yours yet, Siya," her heart whispered, "but who says he never will be?"
🕵️♀️ Discovery: Taj Studio
She wasn't going to sit around and wait for fate anymore.
So she asked her aunt casually.
"Studio ka naam kya bola tha unka? Jahan se woh Rupesh aaya tha?"
Her aunt replied without thinking.
"Taj Studio. Bas 5-6 km dur, salon ke peeche wali gali mein."
Boom.
Mission officially started.
📱 Insta Stalker Mode: ON
She searched.
Scrolled.
Zoomed.
Repeat.
Rupesh had an Instagram profile—private, of course.
But some stories were public. And the studio's page tagged him too.
Every tagged photo, every background location,
every comment by a girl—Siya noticed everything.
She didn't just stalk.
She studied.
"Aaj yeh ghumne gaya. Uske sath kaun thi?"
"Yeh background lagta hai Hira Marriage Garden ka…"
"This girl again? Ugh."
She memorized his favorite shirts.
Zoomed into every face beside him.
Watched, wondered, burned.
🌿 The Rubber Plant Ritual
One day, she was ranting to her aunt.
"Woh ladki... main kya karu uska?"
"Bas dekhte hi khoon kholta hai."
Her aunt, in full dramatic mode, suggested something wild.
"Ek kaam kar. Rubber plant ke patte par likh le apni wish. Date daal. Phir use notebook mein rakh de. Ek saal tak mat dekhna."
And guess what Siya wrote?
"Rupesh ka breakup karwa do. Aur use mujhpe fida kar do."
She wrote it with a red gel pen.
Dated it.
Folded it like a sacred spell.
Tucked it into her notebook and slammed it shut.
It wasn't science.
It was desperation dressed like magic.
🔥 The Sabotage Queen
That girl—the one he proposed—was a relative of Siya's aunt.
And Siya wasn't done with her.
One day, Siya saw her talking to Rupesh on the phone.
Smiling. Blushing.
Her blood boiled.
That night, when she got hold of her phone secretly at a family function…
Snap.
She broke the SIM card in half.
Not a scream. Not a sound.
Just a silent win.
"Tu baat hi nahi kar payegi. Game over, behen."
💔 The Breakup (And the Magic?)
Weeks passed.
Months rolled by.
And then… boom.
They broke up.
No reason. No fight. It just… happened.
Siya didn't know if it was the rubber plant spell or karma.
But she laughed.
Laughed for the first time in months.
"It worked. I don't know how… but it worked."
She felt like a sorceress. A mastermind. A heartbreak hacker.
But the victory was empty.
Because Rupesh still never looked at her.
🕯️ The End of a Mission
1 year.
8 months.
Countless days and nights.
All chasing a love story that only she knew existed.
She finally stood in front of her diary.
Opened the page.
Looked at the leaf.
Dry. Pressed.
Wish faded.
And whispered to herself,
"Maybe… he was just a chapter. Not my ending."
She didn't cry.
She didn't rage.
She just… let go.
Sometimes, the hardest thing is not losing someone.
It's accepting they were never yours in the first place.
Siya closed the notebook.
Walked to her mirror.
Tied her hair back.
And smiled.
A real one.
"God isn't punishing me," she thought,
"He's protecting me."
Because maybe…
Rupesh wasn't her forever.
But this version of her?
Bold. Brave. Unapologetically herself?
That's what she'd been searching for all along.