Adi7ya

"What if your thoughts had no filter... and everyone could read them?"

Divyanshu is a 17-year-old expert at overthinking — from what shoes to wear, to whether Khushi, his crush, looked at him or just blinked. Life was already awkward enough… until his private thoughts started getting sent as real-time text messages to the people around him!

Now his mind is an open group chat—his teacher knows he called him a villain, Khushi knows she's his anime crush, and his classmate Maya is starting to get suspicious.

With chaos rising, his best friend Aditya backing him with nonsense plans, and a mysterious “Thought Log” folder appearing on his phone, Divyanshu has only one question left:

How do you shut your brain up—before it ruins your life?

The Overthinker’s Diary

"I'm a walking embarrassment. God, please uninstall me."

– Divyanshu's internal monologue, 11:27 a.m.

Divyanshu was trying really hard to look normal while failing spectacularly. His eyes would accidentally land on Khushi every 4.6 seconds. And every time they did, he panicked and looked away so fast it probably looked like he was having neck spasms.

Aditya, his best friend, was drawing a potato with a mustache on the last page of his notebook.

> "Bro, she's literally not even looking at you."

Aditya whispered while poking Divyanshu with his pen.

> "What if she does? What if she already knows? What if she read my thoughts from yesterday and now I'm on a secret crush blacklist?"

> "You need therapy. Or a girlfriend. Or both."

Just then, the teacher announced a group project.

"Boys and girls, pair up. We'll start with roll number 7 and 8…"

Divyanshu was roll number 13. He looked at the list.

Before he could react, Maya turned to him.

> "Looks like it's you and me, genius."

Maya, the class topper and lowkey scary girl who once threatened a guy with a stapler. Great.

> "Y-Yeah. Cool. Ha ha. Totally not disappointed."

Unfortunately, he said that out loud.

Aditya silently put his head on the desk like he was mourning.

Divyanshu was hiding behind the cold drinks counter with Aditya.

> "I ruined it. I offended Maya and embarrassed myself in front of Khushi again. Can I get a refund on life?"

> "Relax. You'll apologize. Maya probably doesn't care. And Khushi's too busy looking at that dog video on her phone."

Khushi was smiling at something. And it wasn't him. As usual.

'Her smile is brighter than my future.'

Chapter 3: Accidentally Romantic