I was jealous of her Instagram. I almost lost the woman, not the algorithm.

My girlfriend is a creator. Brand shoots, comments from strangers—my chest stayed tight. I policed her posts, we fought, and I hated the person I was becoming.

A friend said, “You don’t need control; you need steadiness. Call Dayaram ji.”

Pandit Ji didn’t shame me. He held a focused process and gave us two clean moves: agree on boundaries once (reply windows, no flirty banter with followers), then stop re-litigating daily; and replace surveillance with transparency—shared calendars for late shoots, a heads-up before long collabs.

By the end, I trusted her again—and myself. We didn’t shrink her world; we clarified it. The noise outside stayed noise.

Daya Sir told me, “Jealousy is a alarm, not a map. Don’t live inside it.” I stepped out—and I got my relationship back.