“Hey, idiot… why are you crying?” I said as loudly as possible so that she could hear.
Meena lifted her head, looked at me for half a second—and then, like I had pressed some invisible extra drama button, she started crying even louder.
I blinked.
“Okay, no. Stop. Pause. Breathe. And tell me why you’re crying.”
But no.
Of course not.
This is Meena.
Logic doesn’t work when emotions take over.
“I—I saw Kabir…” she managed between sobs.
“He was crying… and then I started crying… and now I don’t know what to do… Lily, what do I do?”
And then she went right back to crying.
Non-stop.
Continuous.
Background noise level: maximum.
I stared at her, already feeling my patience slowly pack its bags and leave.
“Meena,” I said, trying—and failing—to stay calm, “this is not a group crying session. One person crying is enough. Why are you crying if he was crying?”
But even as the irritation crept in, something clicked in my head.
Oh.
Right.
Kabir.
And Meena.
Of course.
Because these two weren’t just randomly emotional people crying for cardio—they were in that complicated, soft, stupidly pure kind of love.
Not full confession, not official, just… that quiet, intense crush-type love where every small thing feels too big.
And unfortunately for my peaceful life—
I had helped build this situation.
-Flashback Of Past-
If you ask me when I first noticed something was off between Meena and Kabir…I’d say—it wasn’t one moment.
It was a pattern.
A very suspicious, very annoyingly subtle pattern.
Meena Sharma—my Meena—was the kind of person people wrote poems about.
Soft-spoken, kind-hearted, emotionally intelligent to the point it was honestly irritating sometimes.
Like, how are you that calm all the time?
Meanwhile, I’m out here fighting with life, people, furniture, and occasionally my own thoughts.
Meena?
She just smiles and fixes everything.
She’s my safe space.
Which is ironic… because I am definitely not hers.
I’m more like… her daily chaos subscription.
And then there’s Kabir Ahuja.
The kind of man who didn’t need to try.
He walked into a room and somehow—somehow—everyone noticed.
Not because he was loud, but because he made you feel seen.
Annoying talent, honestly.
As the managing head of our insurance company, he had this perfect balance—authority without arrogance, charm without being fake.
People respected him.
Some people… admired him a little too much.
Okay, fine, a lot too much.
And yes, half the office women had a crush on him.
Some of them were even married.
I judged them.
Silently.
Sometimes not silently.
Now here’s where it gets interesting.
Kabir and I?
We got along dangerously well. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
Same chaotic energy.
Same sarcasm.
Same ability to roast each other without starting a war.
“Lily, do you ever stop talking?” he’d say.
“Only when people start making sense. So, you’re safe,” I’d reply.
It was easy.
Effortless.
But—
The moment Meena entered the room.
Something shifted.
Kabir—Mr.
Smooth, Mr Confident, Mr Handles-Everyone—suddenly became… slightly a confused human being.
His voice softened.
His sentences got shorter.
And for a man who could hold a conversation with literally anyone—
He hesitated.
I saw it.
Oh, I definitely saw it.
And Meena?
Don’t even get me started.
She’d act normal.
Too normal.
But I knew her.
The way her hands stilled when he spoke.
The way her eyes avoided his… and then accidentally found them again.
The way she listened—like his words mattered more.
Yeah.
That wasn’t normal.
That was a crush.
A quiet, carefully hidden, I-will-take-this-to-my-grave kind of crush.
So basically, I had two emotionally intelligent idiots in front of me…
One pretending not to feel.
One pretending not to notice.
And me?
Stuck in the middle.
Suffering.
“Just tell her,” I told Kabir once.
He raised an eyebrow.
“Tell who what?”
“Oh wow. Acting. Impressive. Should I call for an award?”
“I genuinely don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Meena,” I said flatly.
Silence.
And there it was—that tiny shift again.
“I don’t want to make things complicated,” he said finally.
I rolled my eyes so hard I almost saw my past life.
“Congratulations,” I said.
“By doing nothing, you’ve already made it complicated.”
Meena was worse.
“Do you like him?” I asked her casually.
She nearly dropped her cup.
“Like—like who?”
“Wow. Both of you deserve each other. Same level of denial.” Find the original chapter at g.com.
“I don’t—Lily, it’s not like that.”
“It is like that.”
“It’s not.”
“It is.”
“It’s not.”
“Okay, fine,” I sighed dramatically, “stay in love silently. Very poetic. Very tragic. I’ll arrange background music.”
Honestly, if I left them alone, they would’ve taken years.
Literal years.
So, I did what any good friend would do.
I interfered.
Subtly.
Strategically.
Brilliantly.
I made them work together more.
Left conversations halfway.
Created situations where they had to talk.
And occasionally—
Pushed Kabir straight in Meena’s direction.
“Go help her,” I’d say.
“She didn’t ask—”
“She shouldn’t have to. Go.”
And slowly…
Very slowly…
Things started changing.
Kabir stopped hesitating as much.
Meena started looking at him a little longer.
Their conversations became… easier.
Softer.
Real.
One evening, I saw them standing together outside the office.
Not talking.
Just… being there.
Comfortable silence.
That rare kind.
And I smiled.
Because finally—
After all the chaos, the denial, the emotional stupidity—
They were getting there.
And if you ask me?
Kabir Sharma didn’t fall in love loudly.
He fell in love quietly.
With the one person who could match his depth—
Without ever trying to outshine him.
And Meena?
She didn’t need to change to be loved.
She just needed someone who could see her.
And Kabir?
He always did.
Even before he admitted it.
And me?
I take full credit.
Obviously.
To Be Continued… 👀
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