Episode 1: The Dare 😏💔
I used to laugh at girls who cried over boys.
I mean seriously — mascara running, tissues everywhere, eating ice cream at 2 a.m. while texting “come back” to someone who doesn’t care?
Not me. Never me. 🙅♀
I was Linaar — sharp tongue, strong heart. The girl who deleted numbers before saving them. My friends called me The Untouchable. I called myself wise. 😌
And then… there was Rayel.
Rayel was the type of guy your best friend warns you about with a whisper and wide eyes. 😳
Too smooth. Too confident. Too… dangerous.
He had that sleepy-eyed, honey-voiced, I-read-poetry-but-still-might-break-your-heart kind of vibe.
Girls didn’t just fall for him — they tripped, crashed, and thanked him for the accident. 😅
Me? I didn’t fall.
I dove.
Blindly. Stupidly. Beautifully.
But it all started with one stupid dare.
It was a Saturday ☀.
Music playing. Juice flowing. Rayel and his squad on a rooftop, talking nonsense as usual.
“Three weeks. That’s all I need,” he said, sipping like he was planning a business deal.
“You’re dreaming,” Zayn laughed. “Linaar? She’s bulletproof.”
“Exactly why I want her. I’ll make her fall… hard.”
“If you succeed, we pay for all your meals this month.”
“If you lose?”
“I wear my sister’s pink glitter hijab to school. With heels.”
👀 The laughter that followed was loud. Bold.
What they didn’t know?
My cousin Safra was sitting a few tables behind them… and she doesn’t keep secrets. 😏
That night, I got a DM.
“Your voice in your podcast? Sounds like someone poured poetry into a thunderstorm.” 🌧
I blinked. Excuse me?
This man was flirting with weather metaphors now?
I rolled my eyes so hard, I saw my childhood.
I replied:
“Poetry doesn’t flirt with storms. It survives them.” 💅
He answered in 30 seconds:
“Exactly why I want to know you.”
Okay… that line? It hit different. 😳
Too smooth. Too quick. Too… tempting.
But I was curious.
And curiosity? It’s louder than pride.
Over the next three weeks… he showed up. Every. Single. Day.
🌅 Good morning voice notes
🎧 Random songs with “This made me think of you”
📝 Deep questions like:
“What song makes you cry when you’re already happy?”
“If you could speak to your 10-year-old self, what would you say?”
He wasn’t just texting.
He was listening.
He wasn’t just chasing.
He was walking beside me.
And before I knew it…
I started saving his messages.
Started waiting for his texts.
Started smiling at my phone like a rom-com extra.
Linaar was falling. 🫣
Then came the moment.
A quiet café. One shared soda. A stolen moment between fries.
He took my hand — didn’t ask, just held it softly like it had always belonged to him.
“You terrify me,” he said, almost laughing.
“Good,” I replied, smirking.
“But I want to fall anyway.”
I paused. Looked at his eyes. And said the dumbest thing I could’ve ever said:
“Then fall.”
And he did.
And I thought I did too.
Until everything shattered. 💥
Three days later, I was casually scrolling through Zayn’s Insta story…
And there it was:
📹 A shaky video.
🗣 Voices laughing.
🎯 The dare. Word for word.
“Three weeks. That’s all I need.”
“She’s bulletproof.”
“Exactly why I want her.”
“If she falls, I win.”
👏 Laughter.
👏 High fives.
👏 My heartbreak, live and in HD.
He texted. Called. Sent voice notes. 🥺
“Linaar please. I didn’t mean for it to go that far.”
“It started like a dare but… it became real.”
I didn’t answer.
Not because I hated him.But because I was scared that if I did…
I might forgive him.
And girls like me?
We don’t forgive boys like that.
Or so I told myself.
That week, I uploaded a new podcast episode called:
🎙 “How to Break a Heart (Accidentally)”
I spoke like my voice was on fire.
I said things like:
“This story isn’t about love.
It’s about being studied like a puzzle…
And left unfinished on purpose.”
It went viral in 2 days.
People begged for a name.
But I never gave it.
Even though my heart screamed it in every line.
Rayel. 💔
End of Episode 1
💬 Episode 2: “The Silence After the Storm” — coming soon…
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