chapter 14: Follow-Unfollow

The sound of Diva's laughter filled the dining hall as she was looking at something in her phone in hand.
Blaze furrowed his eyebrows and said, "Can't you lower your volume?" He was having a peaceful time while having his breakfast until Diva interrupted him.
"You have to see this, Blaze." Diva couldn't stop giggling as she showed him her phone screen which had a funny meme on it.
Blaze just watched it for a split second before turning his gaze back to his meal. "I don't find memes funny," he deadpanned.
"What?!" Diva exclaimed in utter disbelief. She couldn't believe there was someone out there who didn't enjoy what she enjoyed.
"Drama queen," Blaze muttered under his breath.
Diva gathered herself after the initial shock and cleared her throat. "Fear not. I'll send you a meme that will make you laugh for sure," she declared. It was okay if the meme she showed right now didn't earn laughter from Blaze. But one day she would love to see him roll in laughter like her; she would definitely love that sight.
"Please don't," Blaze mumbled in a quiet tone.
Diva made a mental note to send him a meme every day, hoping one of them would make him laugh someday.
When Blaze was done with his breakfast, he got up from his chair. "Oh, Blaze, I'll be working from home today," informed Diva.
"Yeah, so?"
Diva narrowed her eyes at him. "I'm informing you in case you are planning to drop me today."
"I assigned a personal driver for you. Why would I drop you?" he retorted and left the dining hall.
"Rude," she murmured under her breath, glaring at his way.
Finishing her breakfast, Diva went to the living room with a MacBook and other important things. Being the lazy slug Diva was, she preferred to work staying at home most of the time. That was the main reason she chose the job of an editor in a magazine company��a field where she had no interest.
She crossed her legs on the sofa, giggling at the thought that Blaze glaring at her for doing that. Composing everything, she started working diligently on the articles she received.
It was around noon when she got bored out of her mind and decided to take a break. She asked a maid to make her a cup of coffee and started scrolling in her Instagram account.
Diva came across another hilarious meme and immediately decided to send it to Blaze. But she didn't have his account ID, so she searched for his name on Instagram and instantly found it on top of the list with a blue tick beside his name and flooding followers��20 million followers.
For an introverted person, that guy sure is famous, she thought and clicked the 'following', only to get her eyes to pop out of her sockets.
0 following.
She was shocked at the fact that Blaze followed no one on Instagram. But when she thought deeply about it, it was only right that he followed no one. What did she expect? Him to follow other celebrities and have at least 1000 followings like herself? No way. That was not how Blaze was.
Diva slapped her forehead for expecting something stupid and scrolled down his feed. Only professional photos were shared in his account��with his business partners, deal sign-offs, award-winning, or traveling abroad. He looked handsome in all of them though.
After stalking his account for a good amount of time, Diva started following him as his account was public. Guessing he wouldn't notice her name among the heap of other accounts, she sent him a text through the phone.
At the same time, Blaze was analyzing the reports of a new software program when his cell phone chimed. He glanced at it to find a new text from Diva. He sighed and opened the text. Otherwise, Diva would murder him for ignoring her and say some sentimental dialogues, making him feel guilty.
Diva: Hey, Blaze. I started following you on Instagram. Follow me back.
"Instagram? But I don't have the app, nor do I know the password," he muttered to himself. His Instagram, along with all other social media accounts, was handled by his personal assistant, Atlas.
It was not like Blaze didn't remember his password, considering his sharp memory. It was just that he never got to know it after Atlas changed the password last month.
Blaze shrugged his shoulders and got back into working, making a mental note to inform Atlas to follow Diva on Instagram because if he didn't, Diva would create a scene that he didn't want. But Atlas had gone to LA for business work the previous day, and he would not return until today evening.
Meanwhile, Diva waited for her phone to buzz with Blaze's text but nothing came in return, causing a sullen expression on her face. Little did she know that Blaze didn't reply because he had no idea what to say and he was too busy.
After a while, Diva sent another text with, 'Hey, follow me back on Instagram.'
She didn't get a reply to this one too, because Blaze was in a meeting. This time, he didn't forget to silence his phone and put it in his pocket. That's why, when Diva called him after getting no reply, he didn't even notice it and went on with his meeting.
"That jerk," she cursed him and threw her phone far away on the sofa.
With a sad expression covering her face, Diva started working on her articles again.
"I won't talk to him at all."
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It was around six in the evening when Atlas came to see Blaze in his cabin after finishing his work in LA. He was reporting the business stats to his boss when Blaze suddenly remembered about Diva.
"Oh, Atlas, follow Diva through my Instagram," Blaze told Atlas.
Atlas raised his eyebrows with astonishment. For a moment, he thought his ears were ringing. "Are you sure you want to break your zero following record?" he tried to confirm.
Blaze narrowed his eyes at him. "I'm not petty, you know."
Atlas stifled a chuckle and nodded. "I will do it after this."
"By the way, give me the password of the current accounts of all the social media," Blaze stated.
"Sure thing, sir."
The two of them discussed further business. On the other hand, Diva was sulking. She had finished her work just a while ago and was watching a drama on the television in the living room.
She was so mad at Blaze that she could not even enjoy the drama thoroughly. All of a sudden, her phone chimed in. Her eyes lit up in hope. She made a dash to her phone and picked it up only to find a writer, whose article she was editing, started following her.
Being irritated at the constant notifications, Diva cleared all the notifications without checking. At the same time, Atlas had followed her through Blaze's account��the notification of that ending up being deleted by Diva.
"You dare not follow me back? See what I do." She puffed her cheeks and did something with her phone before throwing it aside.
After a while, Blaze came back home. He mentally prepared himself to reply to her greetings but he felt weird when there was no sound of Diva. He was not greeted by Diva which was a first for him. He would not admit but that bothered him a little.
Seeing him, Diva got up from the sofa and started arranging her belongings. Blaze wondered since when she was that polite to gather her stuff when he was home. After that what Diva did shock him.
Diva turned off the television in the living room��which was very unnatural and something she would never do usually. Blaze just watched her curiously as to figure out what was wrong.
While Diva was climbing the stairs, Blaze called out for her, "Diva, wait." Diva stopped and looked at him over her shoulder, not bothering to turn around. "Did something happen today?" he asked casually.
"You still have the audacity to ask that," she spat out and shot him a scornful look before running upstairs.
"Huh?" Blaze let out, utterly confused by what was happening. As far as he knew, he did not do anything to make her mad intentionally. Just then, his phone rang up in his pocket. He took out and received his assistant's call.
"Hello, sir. I hope you have reached home safely." Blaze hummed in reply, slowing striding up the stairs. "I have shocking news for you," Atlas sounded reluctant about what he wanted to say. He did not know how Blaze would react��whether his ego would be bruised or not.
"What?" asked Blaze.
Sucking a breath, Atlas informed, "Sir, I followed ma'am through your account, but she unfollowed you."