[ NIGHT – SANVI'S BEDROOM – 2:13 AM]
The screen is dimly lit by the soft blue glow of Sanvi's phone. Her fingers move fast, eyes sparkling, cheeks warm with blush as her texts keep coming and coming. Pranjal's name glows at the top of the chat. They've been talking for over two hours straight—and for the first time, Sanvi doesn't want it to stop.
Sanvi -
I don't know what's happening to me.
It's not boring.
He's not boring.
And suddenly, this doesn't feel like a waste of time.
It feels like… something more.
Something I didn't know I wanted until now.
PRANJAL (text):
"Sanvi, I don't think I can just talk anymore.
I need something… more."
Sanvi blinks.
SANVI (text):
"More? Like what? A voice note? A song?
If you want that, I'm sorry—everyone's asleep.
I can't risk waking mom and dad.
They'll lose it."
PRANJAL (typing... then sends):
"No… not that.
I want nudes.
Whatever you can give me. Now."
The music slows. A soft, haunting beat rises. Sanvi freezes. Her face stunned as she opens another tab—typing in 'nudes' like it's the key to a new universe.
Sanvi -
He… what?
He's in 7th grade and he's asking for nudes?
I didn't even know what that meant ten minutes ago.
And he's already this deep?
SANVI (text):
"I'm sorry, I can't do that.
If that's what you want, go find someone else.
I'm not that girl."
PRANJAL (text):
"Wow.
So you don't love me then?
Because if you did… you'd trust me.
Other girls do it in relationships—it's about trust.
But clearly, you don't have that in me.
You think I'll leak them?
I'm not some random creep, Sanvi.
I love you."
Sanvi grips her phone tighter. Her thumb hovers over the screen. Her heart is thudding so loud it's all she can hear.
Sanvi -
Is this what love is supposed to be?
Am I supposed to prove it like this?
Why does it feel so wrong… but also like I'll lose him if I say no?
SANVI (text):
"It's not about trust.
It just… gives me anxiety. I get really shy."
PRANJAL (text):
"Shy? With me?
You're mine, Sanvi.
I love you. Please… just once.
I won't ask again."
There's a long pause.
Sanvi -
He said please.
He said I'm his.
So why does it feel like I'm losing a part of myself, not giving it?
But maybe this is what showing love looks like.
She stands up. The soft fabric of her oversized T-shirt falls to the floor. The screen fades to black for a moment—leaving only sound. The buzz of a flashlight. The quiet click of a photo being taken.

She sends it. No face. Just a collarbone. A shadow of skin, wrapped in hesitation and fear.
[CUT TO: PRANJAL – HIS ROOM – 1:29 AM]
He's already breathless, desperate, hand hovering over himself. He is already rubbing his dick so fast and pressing his pink mushroom like bud by his thumb for more sensation in his body. He is making him self hard as he can . He just wanted to cum so badly with pleasure. Eyes locked on the screen like he's waiting for salvation.
Ping.
He opens the message.
Zooms in.
Zooms out.
Blank stare.
Pranjal -
What the hell is this?
I asked for a dream, and she sent me… a neck?
This isn't sexy. This is… PG-13 disappointment.
Even my dick gave up.
PRANJAL (text):
"You better delete that pic fast.
Don't worry—I won't screenshot."
(screenshot captured with a loud click)
Pranjal -
I don't want the Great Wall of China with some deep grooves in it . God, help me. ( Completely disappointed )
SANVI (text):
"I sent it with so much courage and you're still judging?
I'm done.
Going to bed. I've got school tomorrow."
PRANJAL (text):
"Wait, wait—I was kidding.
You're brave. Seriously. I didn't mean it like that.
Goodnight.
See you at school."
SANVI (text):
"Goodnight.
Sweet dreams.
Take care.
I love you."
PRANJAL (likes each message, one by one. Then replies):
"I love you too."
Sanvi -
It could've gone on longer.
But I stopped it.
Because now I know…
He's going to be using porn for a while.
And he'll keep trying.
Trying to pull me back into something I'm not ready for.
But maybe I needed tonight… to know what love shouldn't feel like.
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