One day, the replies slow down. The double ticks stay grey for six hours. Panic. You check if you’re blocked. You’re not. So you post an Instagram Story — just to see if they watch it. They do. Within two minutes. But still no reply. The silence is louder than a video call dropped mid-confession.

Because internet wala love isn’t really about love. It’s about attention dressed as affection , proximity mistaken for intimacy , and the strange comfort of having someone on speed dial who has never seen you cry in real life.

And then there’s you — caught somewhere between sending a risky meme and deleting a paragraph you typed at 3 AM.

It’s dramatic. It’s exhausting. It’s often one-sided. But in a world where real connection feels rare, even a ghost in your DMs can feel like company.