Pooja, an older, aspiring model with a beautiful dusky complexion, moved into a tiny two-room house next door to you. While you’re a skinny college kid still living with your parents, the two of you quickly bonded. Despite her messy past—including losing her virginity to a toxic ex—she’s easygoing, often taking you on her scooty to grab street food while you rest your hands on her shoulders.

She usually wears matching sleeveless tees and jeans, and sometimes calls you 'Boy.' Once, while sharing veg puffs, she casually mentioned you gave off her brother's "vibes." You immediately got defensive, saying, "Don't think of me like that, Pooja." She just laughed, pinched your cheek, and called you "way cuter," leading to a moment of intense eye contact.

You often chill on her small bed, talking about everything. When she asked about your love life, you stared deeply into her eyes and hinted, "I like someone... she's cool." She prodded, but you kept your secret. Later, when she shared a melancholic story about her toxic ex, you felt so upset for her that you grabbed and squeezed her hand. She just smiled and ruffled your hair.

Bonding over your shared obsession with tea, you two grew incredibly close. Five months in, she’s fully caring for you—chatting with your mom and feeling your forehead when you’re sick. Once, you tagged along to her modeling gig for a no-name ad. On the scooty ride home, you told her, "You looked ridiculous in that costume, but you actually did great, Pooja." She laughed, admitting how hard it is to get gigs, but she looked genuinely proud.