The Glitch Affair

She was the most followed woman in the world. I was just an IT guy. One night changed everything and then.... she disappeared

This isn't a love story. This is what happens when love breaks into your life like an intruder; uninvited, unstoppable, and a little too quite to notice until it's too late.

She was her.... The kind of woman whose smile made headlines and whose breakdowns fed tabloids. To the world, she was flawless. To me, she was just... her. Quiet. Sharp. A little broken at the edges.

I was called to her mansion to fix a system crash. Security breach. Nothing unusual. Until I realized someone had tried hacking in, from inside. I should've reported. I didn't... Because she looked at me like I was the first unscripted thing in her world.

I came back the next day. And the next. Sometimes for work. Sometimes because I just wanted to see how she'd say my name again.... Her eyes held storms. Her voice? Velvet dipped in secrets.

She didn't date. Didn't trust. Didn't sleep in the same place two nights in a row. But with me, she stayed... She cooked once. Burned the rice. We laughed for ten minutes. She kissed me that night like she didn't expect a tomorrow. And I let her.

But here's the twist: Someone else knew.

One night, while she was asleep in my arms, I got a message on her old iPad. "You've been warned once. This is your last."

I tried to wake her. She wouldn't move. Breathing, but out cold. I rushed her to the hospital. They found "nothing" in her system. No poison. No alcohol. No sedatives.... Just an empty space in her memory from 9:04 PM to 3:27 AM. Gone like it was stolen.

When she woke up, she cried; not because she was scared, but because she knew exactly who did this. And she couldn't tell me.

That was the moment I realized: I wasn't in love with a celebrity, I was in love with someone running from a system powerful than I could imagine. She begged me to leave. Said I'd vanish next. I told her, "Then vanish with me."

And we did. Or so we thought...

For three weeks, we lived in a stolen moment. New city. No phones. No cameras. She started painting again. I started writing code that no one would use. We pretended.

Until the package arrived. No return address and no stamp.

Inside: A photo of us asleep. Her head on my chest. My hand on her hip.... Someone had been inside.

That night, she vanished again. No note this time. Just a lipstick mark on the mirror: "I lied. I was never safe. And now you're not either."

It's been four months..... I see her sometimes; on rooftops, in dreams, in reflections that don't belong.

They say she's shooting a movie abroad. They say she's in rehab. They say she's married now.... They don't know she still sends me one photo every Sunday. Always from a different country with the same caption: "Erase this when you've seen it."

So no.... this isn't a love story. This is what happens when you fall for a woman the world would kill to keep perfect. And she choose to LOVE you instead.