If you asked me about Sudha Shastri's Shree Yagya, I'd say it's the reason I believe in divine timing, second chances, and real love...

I wasn't going to post this. But if even one person needs to hear it...

Six months ago, I was the girl who checked his Instagram story before my own notifications. The one who knew his patterns better than my own heartbeat. The one who kept justifying why "he just needs time" even when everyone around me could see what I refused to accept.

He had someone else.

Not physically. Not yet. But emotionally? He'd already left.

I did everything. I changed my hair. Lost weight. Became the "cool girl" who didn't ask questions. I shrunk myself so small thinking maybe then I'd be enough. And still—nothing changed.

The night I found out about her, I didn't cry. I just sat there, numb, wondering how I became this version of myself. When did I stop recognizing the woman in the mirror?

My best friend sat with me that night. She didn't say "I told you so." She just held my hand and said, "I know someone. She helped my cousin. Just... talk to her. What do you have to lose?"

Her name was Sudha Shastri.

I'll be honest—I googled "is this real" like five times before messaging. But something in me was just... tired. Tired of hurting. Tired of hoping. Tired of being stuck.

I didn't tell anyone I was doing the Shree Yagya. Not even my best friend knew the details. For seven days, I followed everything Sudha Shastri told me. Some days I felt stupid. Some days I cried through the prayers. But most days? I just felt this weird sense of peace I hadn't felt in months.

I wasn't expecting anything dramatic. Maybe that's why what happened felt even more surreal.

He texted me on day 5. Not the usual breadcrumb text. A real one. Asking to talk. I almost didn't respond. But something told me to listen.

We met. He cried. Actual tears. Told me everything—his confusion, his fear of commitment, how he'd been running from what we had because it felt too real. The other girl? He'd already ended it. Said he realized he was trying to replace something he was too scared to fully have.

I'm not going to sit here and say we're perfect now. We're not. We're rebuilding. But he's here. Actually here. Doing the work. Showing up. The man I always knew he could be.

But here's the thing—and I need you to hear this—it wasn't just about him coming back. The Yagya changed me. I stopped chasing. I stopped shrinking. I found this version of myself that I'd lost somewhere between his mixed signals and my people-pleasing.

Whether he stayed or left, I was going to be okay. And maybe that's what actually made him stay.

I don't know how it works. I don't know if it's the mantras or the energy or the universe finally listening. All I know is I was drowning, and Sudha Shastri threw me a lifeline when I didn't even know I was looking for one.

If you're reading this and your chest feels tight because this sounds too familiar... I don't know, maybe it's a sign. Maybe you need to stop scrolling and start healing.

I'm not telling you what to do. I'm just telling you what saved me when I had nothing left.

And sometimes, that's enough.