The Boy Who Tried to Steal My Girl

1. The Perfect Beginning

It all started in the golden days of my final year in college. Life was vibrant, assignments were dull, and weekends meant long drives with friends. Among them was her—Sana.

Sana wasn’t just a girl; she was the girl. She had that effortless charm, the kind that drew people like moths to a flame. I had known her for two years before I worked up the courage to ask her out. To my surprise, she said yes with a smile that lit up her whole face.

We weren’t loud about our relationship, but those who knew us, knew. We were happy—or so I thought.

2. Enter Rihan: The New Guy

It was the start of a new semester when Rihan joined our class. He transferred from another city and seemed like your typical confident, good-looking guy. The kind who knew how to enter a room and make people notice.

At first, I didn’t pay him much attention. Sana introduced herself to him like she did with anyone new. She was kind, warm, friendly—just being her usual self. But soon I noticed something else.

Rihan wasn’t just trying to be friendly. He was trying to get closer.

3. The First Signs

It started with little things. Texts at odd hours. Sharing music playlists. Inside jokes that I wasn’t a part of. When I confronted Sana, she brushed it off.

“You’re overthinking,” she laughed. “He’s just new here. I’m just being nice.”

But the gut feeling wouldn’t leave me alone.

Then came the day I saw them sitting under the banyan tree behind the campus library—her head on his shoulder. They looked up, surprised to see me.

“Are you following me now?” Sana asked, half-joking, but her tone had an edge.

“I was just passing by,” I replied, though my heart was burning.

4. The Warning

The next day, I decided to talk to Rihan directly.

“Hey man, I don’t want to make a scene,” I said, trying to keep it civil. “But Sana and I are together.”

He smiled that cocky smile of his. “Are you? Because she doesn’t seem too sure.”

That line hit me like a punch. He walked off like he’d won a battle I didn’t even know I was in.

5. The Drift

Sana started growing distant. Fewer calls. Canceled plans. Shorter replies.

I tried everything—surprises, heartfelt conversations, even a small handmade gift I stayed up all night making. She thanked me with a half-hearted hug and said she was "just figuring things out."

Then one evening, she told me, “I need some space.”

That was it. No explanation. No promise to come back.

6. Betrayal Confirmed

A week later, I saw the Instagram story.

Sana. Rihan. Holding hands. Laughing. A song played in the background—the very one she once said reminded her of us.

It felt like someone had stabbed me, slow and deliberate.

My friends were furious, urging me to confront her or expose him. But I chose silence. I didn’t want a drama. I wanted understanding.

7. The Twist

Just when I was starting to move on, something strange happened. Late one night, I received a message from an unknown number.

“You think you lost a girl. You just avoided a trap. Meet me tomorrow—behind the auditorium. 5 p.m.”

Against all logic, I went. A girl stood there, nervously looking around. Her name was Ananya.

“You don’t know me,” she said. “But I know Rihan. We dated. And he does this. He charms girls, uses them, then moves on. I saw him with Sana and I couldn’t stay quiet.”

She showed me old chats, screenshots, and a photo of Rihan with another girl—dated just three months before he came to our college.

8. The Confrontation

I didn’t want revenge. But I wanted Sana to know the truth.

I sent her the screenshots, the photo, and a short message: “This is who he really is. I won’t say anything else. Take care.”

Hours passed. Then a reply: “I didn’t know… I feel sick. Can we talk?”

9. The Aftermath

We met at the old café where we had our first date. She looked tired, remorseful.

“I was foolish,” she said. “He made me feel seen when I was confused about us. But I see it now. I see what I lost.”

There was silence between us. Heavy. Honest.

“I’m not here for blame,” I said. “We all make mistakes. But trust... once broken, is hard to rebuild.”

She nodded. “Even if you can’t forgive me, I needed you to know the truth.”

10. Closure, Not Reunion

We didn’t get back together. That chapter had ended. But there was no hate, only a quiet, mature closure.

As for Rihan, word spread. He tried to deny it, but Ananya’s proof was solid. His charm faded, his circle shrank, and soon, he left the college.

I walked away with scars, yes—but also with clarity. Love isn’t just about butterflies and late-night talks. It’s about loyalty. Respect. Truth.

11. The Lesson

If someone tries to steal what’s yours, sometimes the best thing you can do... is let them.

Because real love isn’t something you can steal.