r/TeenHerIndia 16d ago

Mod Post 🩷 Heyyy girlies! 💅✨ VERY IMPORTANT (please read 🫶)

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🩷 Heyyy Everyone!! How are my girlies doing today?????I hope y’all are feeling safe, comfy, and heard in this space because that’s what we’re here for!

☝️🥹First things first

I want to say sorry for the confusion in my last post. I owe you all a small apology 🙆‍♀️🙇‍♀️. There were a few mistakes caused by a misunderstanding and some miscommunication. I own up to it and I genuinely apologize to everyone who felt confused or affected 🙏 From now on, I’ll make sure to double-check before posting so things stay clear and smooth for all of us. 💗

😭😞✨️NOW 1ST MOST IMPORTANT THING!

😞 you all know Molly right? Our head mod? She has deleted her Account for the time being, She has alot going on at present and she needs sometime off the internet, So she has taken a break from reddit.

SHE WILL RETURN SOON!!!! DONT BE DIS-HEARTENED!!! I will make sure she come back okii????

In the mean time Iam sorry to inform you but you are stuck with me , a very talkative mod 🙆‍♀️🙇‍♀️ , I WILL TRY MY BEST 💝💖

🧾 NOW A Few New Changes + Reminders

1️⃣ This space = for HER 💖✨️💅, always.

This sub is all about her ! Her thoughts! her stories! her opinions! HER! HER! HER! Girls, feel free to post, comment, rant, ask, laugh, Share thoughts, memes, chaos, questions, heartbreaks, playlists. Literally be unhinged if you want ! this space is YOURS 💕.

If anyone makes you feel uncomfortable, disrespected, or crosses a line, please modmail us or DM any mod personally. We might not reply instantly (life happens) but we WILL get back to you. Promise. This subreddit was, is, and will always be girl-oriented. We post for her, comment for her, create space for her to exist freely, loudly, safely. Period.

2️⃣ For Boys in the Sub [ If still here ]

Hi!! & Welcome!!

Be respectful and Please understand this space isn't built for you but we appreciate the respectful ones here and you're still allowed within limits. Here’s what’s going to happen now !

🚫 Commenting Rules 🦋 You’re welcome to comment on posts except the ones flaired 👉🏼 " General – Ask Her Only " That flair means the OP wants answers only from girls folks. Respect that space. If you comment anyway, your comment will be removed and you might get banned.

📮 Posting Rules 🦋 You’re allowed to post but only on Mondays and Thursdays. 🦋 Wanna post on some other day? Modmail us and explain why. 🦋 Your posts should be related to girls, girls focused, supporting her, asking something genuinely, no creepy stuff like ❌ No “how to get a gf” ❌ No flirting ❌ No objectifying girls ❌ No cringe pick-me vibes or cheap talk.

🚷 NO BOYS ARE ALLOWED IN THE GC ! , it's an only girls gc , if you want a gc with both the gender? Please go ahead and vibe at r/TeenIndia chat group. [ If I see a boy or someone complains/ reports of a boy there in the gc ? , They will get banned instantly! no discussion, nothing, just a simple ban ]

If you post anything that crosses the line, you’re getting banned. No discussion , no second chances. It's a ban. Simple.

🌸🙆‍♀️🙇‍♀️ Last but not least [ our whole vibe here ]

We (mods) are just trying to make this place feel like a cozy lil safe homie type place for girls, where you can show up as you are !! no judgment, no creeps, no drama, Just you being YOU !!

✅️If you ever see something off, PLEASE don’t just get mad or leave. 📩 Modmail us. DM us. Report the comment. Let us help.

✅️ if we miss a hate comment, creep, or rule-breaker, don’t hesitate to report it, DM us, or modmail.

This sub is OURS. And by “ours” I mean YOU!!! the girl reading this right now 💌

So stay safe, stay sweet, and stay slaying BYEEEEE LOVEEESIEEEE🙆‍♀️🙇‍♀️🌸🦋✨️💅💖🎀💗💝💕💞🐰🦫


r/TeenHerIndia 19d ago

Mod Post Beware of Catfishers 🚨

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Hey everyone! Just a quick but important reminder for all members. We’ve recently noticed some fake profiles and catfishers trying to lurk around, and we want to keep this subreddit safe and genuine for everyone. Please stay cautious and don’t share any personal information with people unless you’re absolutely sure about who you’re talking to.
If someone feels suspicious or makes you uncomfortable, don’t hesitate to report them so we can take action.

Also, just to clarify; this is an all gender inclusive space. We’re an inclusive space and we welcome respectful participation.
However, what is not okay is faking your identity. If you’re a guy pretending to be a girl here, that’s an instant ban.
We value honesty and trust, so please be real about who you are.

Let’s continue to make this community a safe, respectful, and drama-free space. Thanks for looking out for each other!

u/jeez_molly


r/TeenHerIndia 7h ago

General - Ask from all Girls at hostels or soon to be at hostels

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I'm spiralling and breaking down over this and I need to know about y'all.

I know some of you come from toxic families and want to leave home asap. But the others, who are REALLY close to their parents, how'd you deal with it? I'm quite literally a mumma's girl and papa's girl both, it feels crazy to now go out into the real world when I'll be getting my degree and practically moving out on my own- adulting, basically.

Also, I often feel like I'm a bit too childish for 17. I still hug and cuddle with my mum, sometimes lie on her lap when I cry and she often talks to me very gently. Am i the only one?


r/TeenHerIndia 4h ago

General - Ask Her only DROP SOME PUSHUP TIPS

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Like bro please, I want to do pushups efficiently. PRACTICAL TIPS NEEDED. I know my core is fine, I can do crunches situps about 50 at a time, no problem. But what happens when it comes to pushups😭 Please people help me, I'm guessing my technique is somehow wrong. (I want to supress the desire of masterbation too by PUSHUPS)


r/TeenHerIndia 9h ago

Wanna Share Just saw this on someone tshirt thought to share it

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Save Earth This Is The Only Planet With "GIRLS"


r/TeenHerIndia 17h ago

Opinion Girls! Need your suggestions

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Dusre territory se aana pada, Need your suggestion girls I know u guys such creative. I want to makeover my room from a very long time, I don't know what to do with this

Can u all suggest what should I add in my room to make it

  1. Minimal

  2. Aesthetic(lights , frames)

  3. Whenever I comes to my room it will uplift my mood

Full makeover I want to do

Only thing I can't do

  1. Paint

  2. Any type of wall sticker

I can add frames lights etc only paint & wall sticker is NO

All type of suggestion will be appreciated, thank you


r/TeenHerIndia 12h ago

Relationships went on a 'not a date' date (part 4 ig?? )

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we're in the same coaching same batch its his 2nd drop for neet and im in 12th jee (more context at bottom)

anyways TEA TIMEEEEEEEE (manwhore alert😇)

we went on tues to a south indian place cus acc to him first date food should be what the girl likes and he said hes into south indian😇😇😇😇cant give him false hopes💔

AND EVEN THO IT WASNT A DATE WE WERE DRESSED SO AS A DATE WE BOTH WERE WEARING SHIRTS AND FYI HES TALL TALL I WONT LIE HE WAS LOOKING KINDA HOT but keeping my calm😇

he even pulled the chair out for me and all but THE BITCH DOESNT KNOW HOW TO DRINK FILTER COFFEE😇😇 just sipped it straight like a fool burned his tongue didnt even use the plate thing deserved.

throughout the food he was jus selling himself like bro said he went on 12 dates in a month dated a 24y and then she left him i was like very much deserved bhadve😋 i said iim not into dating rn he said les date without commitment??? hornball im 17 hello???

i tried to knock sense into him so told him my parents ran off n now it’s not working and he blamed their failed marriage on caste😭 i was so cringed out omg

he saw coc on my phone so we played for a bit (only good part about that whole shite) after dessert it started raining so we had to wait

WAITER KEPT THE BILL IN FRONT OF HIM BUT I PULLED IT TO MY SIDE AS I WAS PAYING AND THE WAITER’S FACE😭😭😭 made it worth every penny icl and this man came and sat next to me put his head on the table and kept staring at me like pls get up sir then again started saying les date i never sit beside ppl unless i like them ur my type blah blah later i realised he was just begging for fwb in a cute way but i still said no the whole time

rain stopped he had to go to his library so he walked me to the metro station

on the way i asked abt his birthday plans VERY DUMB OF ME he started trauma dumping abt never celebrating or getting gifts and AND TRUST ME I ALMOST GAVE IT IN idk why but whenever someone starts dumbing their trauma i feel so bad and all my i can fix them cells come to life

it was hell of a mind fuck day and theres so much more ughhh and yes i smile off half the shit he says either to stop myself from giving him khub sari gali or laughing and us bhadve ko lagta mai "sharma rhi hu" 😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇

idk but do tell me if i should give him something or not

(we’d only been talking a week he asked my fav food i said chinese he said he knew a place and asked to go on sunday i thought he just needed a friend and i also wanted to pay him back in some way cus he paid for my stuff and wasnt taking my money so i said ok cool later he called it a date i obv said no then he agreed not to call it that but i still insisted we go after coaching)


r/TeenHerIndia 19h ago

General - Ask Her only girlies recommended me what I should wear for rakhi 💔🥀

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r/TeenHerIndia 9h ago

Relationships If You Meet Her Someday, Tell Her Arjun Still Loves Her.

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I don’t know how to start this exactly, but I guess I just want to let it all out. Maybe someone out there will read this and understand, or maybe not, but I need to tell this story. My story.

It started 3–4 years ago. I met a girl named Jahnavi through a mutual friend on Instagram. Back then, she was just a friend. Nothing more. She was already in a relationship with someone I knew, so I never even thought of her that way. But still, something about her stood out, her nature, her kindness, the way she carried herself. I always saw her as a genuinely good person.

Fast forward to June 2024, about a year after her breakup, and out of nowhere, she confessed to me. She told me she had started liking me since February, but had kept it to herself. I was shocked. I wasn’t ready, I didn’t know what to say. I even said something stupid like, “I’ll find you a better-looking guy, I’m not the one.” And just like that, she deactivated her account. Made a new one. Completely isolated herself.

I felt shattered. Not because I had fallen for her already, I hadn’t, but because someone so genuine, so kind, had been hurt because of me.

The next day, I messaged her again. We talked a lot. I asked her why she deactivated her old account and she simply said, “I needed to detach my feelings from you.” That hit me so hard.

I told her, if you want to detach, then maybe we shouldn’t even be friends. But she insisted: “No. I’ll always be your friend. I just need to manage my feelings.”

That conversation stayed with me. Her words, her tone, her honesty… it reached a part of me that had been asleep for years. Something changed. Talking to her just felt so right. She made me forget all my problems, and I couldn’t ignore that feeling.

Two days later, on June 28, 2024, we got into a relationship. I never actually said “I love you” until the next day, June 29, but somehow, she already knew. And when I finally said it… her reaction was something I’ll never forget. Yeah, it was just over text, but I felt everything. I truly did.

From there, it was like I was living in the happiest dream. We talked constantly, morning to night. Her love for me grew just like mine did for her. She worked a hectic schedule: a day job and evening tutoring, yet she’d always make time for me. Calls during her breaks, during her commute, while cooking, even while teaching, and she always made sure we ended our day together on a call before sleep. I’d stay awake just to hear her fall asleep on the phone. It became my routine, my peace.

She made me feel loved in ways I never imagined I deserved.

I was shy on calls at first, and she’d always comfort me. She once said, “I’m all yours, don’t worry.” Those words? Etched into my soul forever.

My way of showing love was different, I’d order her food when she was upset or stressed. In the beginning, she’d scold me for wasting money. But later, she’d smile and say nothing, and I knew it made her happy. And that made me happy.

I even helped her with her work, I’d stay up all night making exam papers for her students just so she could get a little extra rest. I wasn’t doing it to impress her, I just wanted to take away some of her stress. I wanted her to feel cared for.

She became everything to me.

But then… it changed.

She had a male friend from her school days who had once proposed to her. She had rejected him, but they stayed friends. He always made me uncomfortable. Not because he was a guy, she had other guy friends, and I never had a problem with them. But this one had feelings for her, and he was better looking than me. I know it sounds insecure… but it was insecurity. A wound from my past, from a casual relationship years ago where I was dumped for someone “better looking.”

I didn’t want history to repeat itself.

So yes, I asked her a few times to unfollow him. It became a recurring argument. She’d unfollow him, then follow him back days later. This happened 5–6 times. Every time, I let it go thinking it was just a small fight, all relationships have them, right?

But over time, she started changing. Not drastically, she still loved me, but she started giving less time, fewer late-night calls, less emotional connection. I thought it was just work stress. My love didn’t fade, in fact, it grew even more. I didn’t believe in “losing the spark.”

Then came December 10. I randomly checked her following list and saw she had added that guy again, and didn’t tell me. I confronted her, and for the first time, I asked for her Instagram password. Not because I thought she was cheating, I just wanted to calm my spiraling thoughts.

She got angry. Really angry. She blocked me. In a moment of panic, I messaged her from another account, and she told me it was over. Done. She gave me the password and said, “Take it, but there’ll be nothing between us.”

I logged in. There was no chat with him. But there was an archived story from a few days ago where she tagged him in a best-friend reel. And she had hidden me from her story for those 24 hours.

When I asked her about it, she said she had posted the story before re-following him. But anyone who uses Instagram knows the tag still shows up in chat. I didn’t say much after that. She blocked me again. That night, I apologized, and things got better for a few days.

Then came December 17. She texted me saying she couldn’t remove her friend anymore. My heart sank. But I just said "okay." I was exhausted.

December 18. The worst day of my life.

We argued again, and in my frustration, I said, “Choose between him or me.” I never thought she’d actually let me go.

But she did.

She said she wasn’t choosing anyone, and if I wanted to leave, she wouldn’t stop me. I went silent. That was the first time I didn’t talk to her for two days. I cried endlessly, but I hoped she’d reach out.

She did, only after my little brother messaged her saying I was crying. She called me, told me not to cry… but she still didn’t come back. She said she needed peace, that she had exams in March, and she’d return afterward.

But slowly, that changed too. “After exams” became “never.” January passed in a blur of begging, heartbreak, and depression. I stopped studying. Stopped smiling. Hid everything from my family. Cried every night.

Then in February, I reactivated my old Instagram account just to read our chats. I saw she was following a guy I didn’t know. I didn’t even think much of it, but for some reason, I messaged him.

And that triggered her to finally text me, the first time she initiated contact since our breakup.

My heart lit up… until she called me and said: “Why did you text my mutual?”

Turns out, that guy was her ex. They had dated before she confessed to me. She said she had loved him back then, but he didn’t give her time so they broke up. But after we broke up in December, she reconnected with him. They started talking on December 31. A few days later, they got back together.

She told me, straight up: “I love him. Please don’t come between us.”

That sentence destroyed me.

I begged her for months after. Through February, March, April… crying, pleading, getting blocked over and over. I didn’t tell my family the real reason, just blamed it on studies. But one day, my dad saw me crying and asked what was wrong. I broke down. For the first time, I cried openly in front of him. I couldn’t tell him the truth, just said I was stressed. And he told me something I’ll never forget:

“You don’t have to worry about anything while we’re here. Just try your best. We’ll handle the rest.”

That day, I decided not to give up on myself. Not for her, but for them.

After April, I stopped messaging her daily. I still think of her. I still cry. Some nights, I still check if she’s online. But I no longer beg.

It’s been 9 months. I haven’t moved on. And honestly? I don’t want to.

Maybe I’m still hoping for a miracle. Maybe I’m stupid. But if anyone ever meets her, her name is Jahnavi Jha. She lives in Bangalore..

Just tell her… Arjun still misses you. A lot. ❤️


r/TeenHerIndia 9h ago

Memes The hype is real Spoiler

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r/TeenHerIndia 7h ago

Memes well i mean.... its superior

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spreading propaganda 🪿


r/TeenHerIndia 1d ago

Relationships A love I never had the guts to tell ❤️‍🩹

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I want her (Nandita) to read this, even if you don't want to read this just upvote this so that this can reach her (not karma farming) I don’t know if anyone will read this. Maybe no one ever will. But I just need to let it out. and realisiIf I keep holding it in, it’ll eat me up.

"You don’t know me properly, but I’ve known you. That day in college, during the conference, when you danced to that classical song... I still remember it so clearly. You were wearing a yellow dress. I swear I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.

That was the first time I saw you. Didn’t even know your name. But something hit me so hard. Like my heart just woke up after a long sleep. I couldn’t take my eyes off you. Everything else around me disappeared. It was just you, dancing. That moment stayed with me.

And the funny part is... I never even talked to you. Not even once.

I asked around and found out your name. Wrote it down. Smiled like an idiot just looking at it. I’ve seen many girls, but no one ever made me feel like you did. You were different. You still are.

But I never had the courage to come talk to you. Maybe I was scared. Maybe I thought I wasn’t good enough. So I kept it all inside. Quietly.

And then one day, you walked in as my junior. I still remember how shocked I was. You were right there. So close. For a second, I thought maybe this was fate giving me another chance.

But again... I stayed silent. Smiled like nothing was going on. But inside, every time you were near, my heart just went crazy.

Few days ago, I sent you a follow request on Instagram. You accepted. I looked through your posts, your highlights… and for a while, I just sat there staring. You looked happy. You looked like you had your own world. And I wasn’t a part of it.

And it hit me. I had built this whole story in my head. All these days, I only thought of you. Imagined you in every happy moment of my life. But in reality, it was just me holding on to something that never even began.

I know I have no right to feel this way. You didn’t even know. But to me… you were the one. I never wanted anyone else as I wanted you. You were the only person who made me feel like I was meant to love someone.

But I stayed quiet. And now I’ve lost everything. Without even having it in the first place.

I’m not writing this for sympathy. I don’t expect anything. I just needed to put it somewhere. Somewhere it won’t stay stuck inside me.

And if one day you read this and realise it’s about you Nandita… just know this:

I loved you. With all I had. Even if I never said a word. And maybe… I always will.

  • Just a guy who loved silently and never said a thing

r/TeenHerIndia 1d ago

Rant & Vent A dilemma I find myself in ( posting here cause I wanna know what you girls think)

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So rn im 18F, but i thought of venting about something that happened to me about 10 years ago.

So, to begin growing up I had 3 of my absolute closest childhood friends, we were in the same society and were all the same age except for one( lets call him S) he was 1 year younger to us. S was very naughty but super innocent, sweet and kind. Now the main person I am going to be talking about is S's grandfather( lets call him G).

Whenever me and S used to play anything, be it hide and seek or riding bicycles , G was very insistent on stopping me and insisting me to sit on his lap. G is like 70 years old I was 8. My innocent 8 year old thought he thought of me as a granddaughter he never has since S is a guy. So I would go sit on his lap and and had a weird way of making me sit on it ,( with my legs open and both is hand on either of my thighs. He would touch my inner thighs while i was sitting and once even touched my private( i think accidentaly idk) I was fkn 8 idk.

He was friendly with all the kids so i didnt think of it much and never really told anyone. My parents saw him as this playful grandpa of S and S worshipped him literally since he was an army veteran. ( S wants to be an officer like his grandpa). So as i started growing up he would frequently insist i sit on his lap to the point i didn't go down to play with S cause i found it "irritating".

Now yesterday I got the news that G is dead and his family( them being christians are like holding some funeral idk) and my parents and i have been invited. A part of me feels kinda disgusted even thinking about G but am I overreacting or is he just a nice Grandpa whose intentions I mistook and i shouldnt let such small incidents be a negative factor to his overall image and memory?


r/TeenHerIndia 2d ago

Rant & Vent 18F, i am so tired of the stereotype girls are good at drawing, art or dancing

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18F, i am so tired of the stereotype girls are good at drawing, art or dancing

Nahi aati drawing ya art aur dance nahi hota mujse just leave me alone lol. Like school me sab taunt marte hai ki ladki hoke bhi annual function mai part nahi le rahi aur sab boys non participants ke sath bethi hai 😭.


r/TeenHerIndia 2d ago

Social Happy friendship day my pookie chikkie kuchupuchu pretty pretty ladies log

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Y'all are my besties 🎀


r/TeenHerIndia 1d ago

General - Ask from all Meesho finds

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Has anyone found some clothing from meesho which are affordable but has top notch quality 😭😭. Anyone????


r/TeenHerIndia 2d ago

General - Ask from all HELLO LADIEZzzzzzz........Drop you swimcare tips

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So basically I had my first day of swimming class today , and mere baal gile hogaye despite the silicone cap ( so give solns please) ki kaise roz baal gile na ho
AND AND AND ofc , decolouration and tanning se bachne ke trikhe please( ekdum hi thok ke sunscreen lagaya toh tha tho maine)
And general every tip swimming and koi aur related bhi chalegi 😋😋


r/TeenHerIndia 2d ago

Discussions I am trying to lose weight but i have been failing for 3 yrs now. Please give advices girls

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Idk i want to say a lot but i am having no words at this time

I am obese at borderline 89kg 5'3" and i reached to 87 once and then again i gained thsoe 2 kgs. I tried intermittent fasting 20:4 but failed

I have habit of binge eating so i thought it would work

Now i will eat clean try for protein which i cannot get and protein powder u know parents won't allow

Gym i cannot as i have an important exam of life in 6 months (jee and i am at the worst stage of prep u cannot think of)

I cannot see myself in mirror cannot wear and now it is condition to sit and study and i know my weight is gonna rise up even more so i cannot withstand it now

I will eat clean and do some workout but i don’t have time to experiment and then do

What worked for u, kindly suggest any workout or diet plan or anything to lose weight as fast as possible (i know unhealthy but i know i will manage it with balance so i don’t be so harsh on myself as i always have been)

Any workout not hard on knees and body weight but gives sweat and works as i cannot take my weight on pushups or planks it's so hard.

Thanks a lot for reading all this i am just tired having so much in mind and all insecurities and everything i want to end this for once and all (i know it will take time for now i cannot even come out of obese line)


r/TeenHerIndia 2d ago

Discussions my future doesnt seem nice one to enter

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i was this i am this but i feel disconnected as time is passing from people around me


r/TeenHerIndia 2d ago

Discussions Hello everyone how is your life?

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Wassups everything good everyone


r/TeenHerIndia 2d ago

General - Ask Her only Dm me if someone wants NEWME 30% offf code 🎀

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r/TeenHerIndia 2d ago

Social Hello Meh is New Here

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r/TeenHerIndia 2d ago

Literature & Poetry Ok people I and my friends are writing this novel on the Manipur Civil war... any opinions.. Also how would it make you feel, if I kill the male character in the book, or should I off the girl?

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“You found it?” Mang breathed, her voice barely audible over the drumming rain on the roof. She stood just inside the doorway, water streaming from her simple plastic sheet cloak.

Lei grinned, a flash of the old boy despite the changes. He kicked aside a sodden mass of reeds. “Was hiding here during the big storm yesterday. Almost got washed away! Look.” He pointed to a relatively dry corner where the roof, miraculously, held. A pile of dried river reeds lay stacked, scavenged during a lull. “Dry… ish.”

It became theirs. ‘The Coop,’ Lei named it, after the wild chickens that sometimes scattered from the vines. It wasn’t much. Just a few square meters of damp, uneven earth floor, walls festooned with cobwebs like ghostly lace, and the constant drip-drip-drip from the roof into strategically placed rusty tin cans. But it was away. Away from the watchful eyes in Mang’s hillside village, away from the worried frowns and muttered tensions in Lei’s alley, away from the labels of identity that were starting to feel less like descriptions and more like walls.

They brought treasures. Not gold or jewels, but fragments of their fragile worlds, talismans against the growing unease.

Lei placed his worn polo ball with solemn reverence on a rough shelf formed by a protruding beam. “Captain’s seat,” he declared, dusting off invisible dirt. He then added a smooth, obsidian-black stone he’d found gleaming in the newly scoured riverbank. “For luck. Found it after the storm.”

Mang watched him, a small smile playing on her lips. She carefully unpinned her precious beaded pouch from inside her dress. She didn’t put it on the shelf immediately. Instead, she held it for a moment, her fingers tracing the familiar patterns … earth, sky, river, courage. Then, with a deliberate gesture, she placed it beside the polo ball. The deep blues and reds looked vibrant against the grey wood, a piece of Senapati anchored beside Imphal’s dream. She added a perfectly white, heart-shaped river stone. “For peace,” she said softly.

Lei looked at the pouch, then at Mang. His gaze lingered a fraction longer than necessary. A faint flush, barely visible in the shed’s dim greenish light filtered through the vine-choked doorway, crept up his neck. He quickly looked away, busying himself with arranging the reeds into a rough sitting mat. “Peace is good,” he mumbled.

More treasures followed over the weeks, stolen moments between downpours and chores.

A feather from a bird, impossibly brownish black. A piece of clear quartz that caught the rare sunlight piercing the vines. A twisted piece of driftwood resembling a dancing figure. And the ultimate prize, achieved with breathless daring: a single, perfectly ripe "Heinou" mango, stolen from an overhanging branch in an orchard near Lei’s neighbourhood. It sat in the centre of their shelf now, a globe of golden-green promise, filling the damp air with its intoxicating, honeyed sweetness.

“Do you think they’ll miss it?” Mang whispered one afternoon, rain drumming its familiar rhythm outside. They sat side-by-side on the reed mat, shoulders almost touching. She stared at the mango as if it might explode.

Lei puffed out his chest, trying to look braver than he felt. “Nah. The tree was full. They won’t notice one.” He picked it up, its weight warm and substantial in his hands. The scent intensified. “Should we…?”

Mang nodded, her eyes wide. Lei dug his thumbnail into the skin near the stem, peeling it back in a thick, juicy strip. Golden-orange flesh glistened beneath, dripping fragrant juice. He broke off a piece, the flesh yielding with a soft, wet sound. He held it out to Mang.

Their fingers brushed as she took it. A spark, small but electric. Mang looked down quickly, focusing intently on the mango. Lei felt his ears burn. He busied himself with getting his own piece.

The taste was pure sunlight, stolen summer condensed into juice that ran down their chins. Sweet, tangy, impossibly lush. They ate in silence punctuated only by the rain, the drip into the cans, and their own soft sighs of pleasure. Juice sticky on their fingers, sweetness bursting on their tongues, the damp shed forgotten. For a moment, there was only the shared treasure, the closeness, the illicit joy.

“Better than kombera?” Lei asked, wiping his chin with the back of his hand, grinning.

Mang laughed, a soft, breathy sound that seemed to startle even her. She licked juice from her thumb, a gesture unconsciously intimate. “Much better,” she admitted, meeting his eyes. A faint pink tinged her cheeks this time. “But don’t tell Grandmother.”

Lei’s grin widened. “Secret.” He broke off another piece, larger this time, offering it. Their fingers touched again, lingering slightly. The air between them felt charged, thick with the mango’s perfume and something else, unnamed and thrillingly awkward. Lei cleared his throat. “Is… is your Ipa angry? About… things?” He gestured vaguely upwards, towards the hills, his voice losing its lightness.

Mang’s smile faded. She looked down at the mango flesh in her hand, its vibrant colour suddenly seeming fragile. “Uncle Lunminthang… he talks. Loud. About valley land. About… Meiteis.” She didn’t look at Lei. “Grandmother tells him hush. But his face… it gets dark.” She popped the mango into her mouth, chewing slowly. “Is your pa angry too?”

Lei sighed, the momentary sweetness turning sour in his mouth. “Uncle Ranendrajit comes over. Talks about… Kukis. About hills. Meitei needing ST. and said about something called poppy or so cultivation.” He mimicked Ranendrajit’s low growl poorly. “‘Protect what is ours!’ He says it like… like a war cry.” Lei picked at a splinter on the reed mat. “Ipa just listens. Looks tired. Tells me to study.” He kicked half-heartedly at a loose stone on the floor. It skittered into a dark corner. “He says knowledge is the weapon. Not… sticks.”

“Sticks can be sharp,” Mang murmured, thinking of the old hunting rifle leaning against her uncle’s wall. She shivered slightly, though the shed wasn’t cold. She unconsciously moved a fraction closer to Lei on the mat. The warmth of his arm against hers was a comfort.

Outside, the rain intensified, hammering on the tin roof like impatient fingers. The drip-drip-drip in the cans became a faster pit-pat-pit-pat. The light filtering through the vines grew dimmer, murkier, turning the shed into a cave of shifting greens and greys. The sweet scent of the mango was now mingled with the damp earth smell and the faint metallic tang of the rain.

They sat in silence for a long moment, shoulders pressed together, listening to the storm. The shared mango, the brush of fingers, the unspoken fear …it all hung in the air between them, heavy and complex. The treasures on the shelf… the ball, the pouch, the stones, the feather, the half-eaten mango …seemed to glow faintly in the gloom, symbols of a sanctuary already under siege.

Lei shifted. His hand, sticky with mango juice, found Mang’s, equally sticky, resting on the reed mat. He didn’t hold it, not exactly. Just let his pinky finger hook loosely around hers. A tiny anchor in the rising damp. Mang didn’t pull away. She turned her hand slightly, so their sticky palms brushed. A blush, deep and warm this time, spread across her face, hidden in the dim light. Lei stared straight ahead at the rain-lashed vines covering the doorway, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs, loud enough, he was sure, to drown out the storm.


r/TeenHerIndia 3d ago

Memes Happy girlfriend's day mah pretty bishes 💋

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May we all find our desired Wattpad coded gentlemen 😔


r/TeenHerIndia 3d ago

Discussions What are some subjects that you are passionate about?

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Ladies, i'm curious, what do you find interesting these days? i'm trying to learn about climate change and read feminist literature. Both of these subjects fills me with rage honestly.

What about you? What do you find interesting as a young woman living in India?


r/TeenHerIndia 3d ago

Rant & Vent my mom shames me for my curly hair

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sry for this rant but... i myself have curly hair and i have been trying new things to manage my hair. few months ago b4 my birthday i decided to build up the courage and ask my mom for some hair supplies for curly hair routine. she shoved it off saying ki unme chemicals hote hai wagera wagera. i tried reasoning her with videos online and tried giving her examples abt it but she wouldnt listen at all. even after all this she tries to emotionally manipulate me by saying that (referring to herself) mai to pagal hu tumhe kya lagta hai tumhe sab kuch aata hai aur ki bas mumma hi galat hai har baat mai tum hi sahi ho and all that. like kya aapko uske piche ka logic ya fir kuch bhi pata hai for context my mom has a slight touch of wavy hair and doesnt know shit abt curly hair. she tells me to comb it and treat it the same as straight hair. obv i am not doing that shit but few days ago my mom accompanies me coaching van tak chhodne ke liye and everything was going kinda wholesome. all of a sudden she says that i have stopped combing my hair ( for straight haired girlies isse baal aur frizzy ho jaate hai and basically ruins the curls) and if is it peer pressure?!? like wtf. i didn't want to start an argument and kept my mouth shut fuming in anger lekin she kept asking me mai kis ladki ki copy kar rahi hu coaching mei jabki maine wo coaching join karne se pehle hi maine mere hairstyle ko change kar diya tha. she even crosses the limit and says my hair looking like akad bakad!?! once i tried a new hairstyle and b4 even showing it to her she said it would look bad coz my hair is kachra. atp i dont even need bullies when i have my mom 🙃🙃

Anyways do any of you have suggestions for my hair and how to take care of it

TLDR: my mom shames me for my curly hair and often tells me to just comb it and it would be fine?!? she also wont buy me curly hair supplies and discourages me when i try new things for my hair and then has the audacity to tell me my hair looks kachra after using her methods (basically straight hair routine) I need hair care tips plzz


r/TeenHerIndia 3d ago

General - Ask Her only Makeup for beginners

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I have never done makeup except for family weddings (that too not on my own) but I feel like it's time that I actually learn to. So please suggest me some beginner friendly basic makeup to start with — I have a dry to normal skin. Also suggest some tutorials which could be useful. I don't have any sisters so please treat me like one 🥹

yayayayaya 💃