I was thirteen, standing in my White bedroom, glitter everywhere, music blasting from my boombox. All I wanted was to skip ahead—to be grown, Handsome, and Smart My best friend Ayush teased me, saying I’d regret it. I didn’t care. I made the wish, spun around, and crashed into the mirror.\n\nNow I’m thirty.\n\nI wake up in a sunlit loft, silk sheets tangled around me, my phone buzzing with messages from editors, stylists, and a Women named Naina who says I’m 'the most Handsome Man She’s ever dated.' My reflection is stunning—long hair, sharp cheekbones, a body that turns heads.\n\nBut something’s wrong.\n\nI don’t know how to do my job. I don’t know if I love Naina —or if I just love the idea of being loved. And when I call Ayush, he sounds distant, like we haven’t been close in years.\n\nI look at the calendar.\n\nJune 15th. My birthday.\n\nThe mirror wasn’t just broken. It was a door.\n\nAnd I think… I might still be able to go back.