Rohan looked me dead in the eye and said, “That’s not true. I love coming over to see Tommy.”

Until then, I’m sleeping on the edge of my own bed while Tommy sprawls across the middle, dreaming of Rohan.

The first date was supposed to be at a cafe. Rohan suggested, “Why don’t you bring Tommy? I love meeting fur babies.” My heart melted. We met at the park. Tommy was on his best behavior—wagging tail, soft eyes, the works.

The next few weeks were weird. Rohan would text me, “Hey, how are you?” but before I could reply, he’d send a second text: “Send a pic of Tommy.” Just Tommy. Not me. Just the dog.

It started innocently enough. Like every single person in this city, I was lonely. Swiping right, left, up, down—trying to find "the one." I matched with Rohan. Rohan loved dogs. His profile said, “Swipe right if you can handle my golden retriever energy.”

I was invisible. Mere dog ne mujhe ignore karwa diya.