Life isn’t always easy. But for me, it feels like I am living a life that isn’t even mine. A life that looks perfect from the outside but is hollow from within.
Hi, I am Shreya—a girl who is both cute and fierce in her own way. Recently, I got selected as a Senior Content Writer at Fashionclub. It was a great opportunity, and I was excited about it. But before I tell you about this new chapter of my life, let me tell you why I feel like my life is a lie.
Since childhood, I have seen my parents pretending to love each other. They put on a show for the world, for me, for everyone. They provide me with everything I need, but I know it’s all just for the sake of appearances. I know what they are going through. I know how much they are struggling, and somehow, they are making me a part of this lie, too. But I have learned to ignore it, at least for now.
For the time being, I decided to focus on my new job and the opportunity I had been given. My first day at Fashionclub was okay. I met new people, had some casual conversations, and got familiar with my work. It wasn’t anything extraordinary, but it wasn’t bad either.
A few months into the job, a guy joined the SEO department. At first, he seemed strange. I didn’t like him at all. He had a weird way of talking, and his attitude just put me off. I remember someone once asking me if I would ever date him, and I laughed at the thought. I rejected the idea immediately, saying he was too big and weird for me. He even made some comments about my facial features, which made me furious. I was so annoyed that I even considered changing my SEO partner just to avoid him.
But life has a strange way of playing with our emotions.
Over time, something changed. He changed. Or maybe I started seeing him differently. He was no longer the annoying guy I used to despise. He became someone who genuinely cared for me. He was there when I was at my most vulnerable, when I felt like everything was falling apart. He didn’t just comfort me; he protected me. And somewhere in the middle of all this, I started falling for him.
I think the first time I truly realized my feelings for him was during Diwali. A small group of us—four friends—went out for coffee. I had worn heels that day, and we climbed twenty stairs to reach the café. While climbing up was fine, climbing down was another story. I was terrified, my heart racing with every step. And that’s when he stepped in. He helped me down, making sure I didn’t fall. It was such a simple thing, yet it meant so much to me. That day, something shifted inside me.
As days passed, I became more attached to him. I started caring about him in ways I never thought I would. I noticed things about him that I never had before. And then came jealousy—the inevitable sign of love. Whenever I saw another girl getting close to him, it made my blood boil. I hated it. I hated the idea of someone else being around him the way I wanted to be. He wasn’t just a colleague to me anymore. He was someone I wanted for myself.
I never imagined that my life at Fashionclub would take this turn. I joined thinking it would be just another job, another phase of life. But instead, it became something more. It became a journey of unexpected emotions, of discovering feelings I never thought I had. And now, here I am, trying to make sense of it all.
Maybe this is love. Or maybe it’s just another part of my so-called fake life. I don’t know. But what I do know is that for the first time in a long time, something feels real. And that’s enough for now.
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