They say pain changes people.
But for Siya?
It transformed her.
The spirits in her room were gone.
Rupesh was fading like a dream.
But inside her?
A new Siya was waking up.
š± The Digital Jungle
It was still lockdown.
Still no school.
Still the same house, same silence.
So Siya turned to what every teenager turned toā
her phone.
Chats. DMs. Unknown usernames.
Boys with weird bios and even weirder pickup lines.
At first, it was just timepass.
A way to distract herself from the cold silence of her room.
But then it became something else.
She met boys from Delhi, Jaipur, Kolkata, even Punjab.
Some were sweet.
Some were dramatic.
Some were absolute trash.
But all of themā
Taught her something.
š§ Lessons in Every Chat
There was a boy who cried to her about his mother's illness.
Another one who was heartbroken from a girl who cheated.
Someone once messaged her:
"Mere ghar mein roz ladaai hoti hai, I just needed someone to talk to."
And Siya listened.
She didn't judge.
Because maybe for the first time, she realizedā
"Main akeli nahi hoon. Har kisi ke life mein kuch na kuch andhera hai."
These stories made her see the world differently.
Less filmy. More raw.
And while she was healing...
She was learning.
š The Rise of Attitude Siya
Of course, not every chat was meaningful.
Some boys were pure creeps.
"Send pic?"
"U up?"
"Babe?"
Blocked. Blocked. Double blocked.
Every time someone crossed a line, Siya snapped back harder.
She was DONE being the scared girl.
She learned every kind of abusive wordāHindi, street, savage.
Not to use them unnecessarily.
But to know how to fight back when needed.
People started noticing.
At home, she talked straight.
In chats, she wasn't afraid to roast someone twice her age.
Online? She was like fire wrapped in attitude.
"Siya changed," they whispered.
No.
Siya returned.
The version of her that existed before the paināonly now, she was sharper, smarter, and unshakable.
š Empathy & Edges
But the best part?
She didn't turn bitter.
Even with all the betrayals, ghosts, boys, and liesā
Siya didn't stop feeling.
She still helped people who needed comfort.
Still gave advice like a 40-year-old.
Still made people smile, even when her own heart felt heavy.
But now, there was a limit.
A wall.
A boundary.
She wasn't the type to cry over anyone anymore.
Now, she looked them in the eye and said:
"Main teri therapy nahi hoon."
š„ The Final Shift
By the time the lockdown was ending, Siya had:
ā¢ A cleaner block list than most people's contact list.
ā¢ Confidence like armor.
ā¢ A mind filled with stories, lies, heartbreaks, fake promises, and alsoā¦ truth.
She wasn't just growing.
She was unfolding.
Every scar, every chat, every "good morning" from a boy she barely knewā
built the woman inside her.
And she didn't need validation anymore.
Because nowā¦ Siya wasn't looking for love.
She was becoming someone people loved to fear
āand fear to lose.