LEHREIN - A Chaotic Mess

Chapter - 1

C H A P T E R - 1 : The Last Phone Call

"The night was dark, and she was away from home."

Fisting bunch of her hairs in irritation, she tapped her feet for the ninth time. Finally on the fourth ring he picked up the call.

His groggy voice following a lazy yawn reached, "Devansh Deshmukh's here, who is speaking?"

He voiced comforting when on the other side she was in chaotic mess. She had a long list of complaints, more longer lists of requests and another few buckets of her not-so-interesting stories. If it was some another day, she would have delightfully damaged his eardrums with her non-stop blabbering and threatening for receiving her call late, as always etc. but today it was nothing like that.

She stood numb, battling her own thoughts-how to put her worries in words.

He won't question her, right? She doubted.

Sigh. It was time for some put-on-mask act.

"Dev," she smiled to herself thinking how he would jerk up asap. Just the way her conscience amended, all his drowsiness flew away; he straightened himself and switched on the night lamp. The dark volumes disappeared, letting the mild orange of lamplight conquer the space around it.

Giving a glance to his alarm clock, he checked the caller ID. He knew it was voice but it wasn't her number.
It was around one thirty in the late night when the dark sealed the empyrean and silence enveloped the surrounding.

"Nitya, is this you?" he asked, still unsure. He looked outside the window, the weather was dry. The spring had come to an end, while summer was heralding.

"Of course. Whom else did you expect idiot?" He heard her giggling to herself, only if he knew how hard she was controlling not to shatter miserably.

She clutched the side of her pyjamas meanwhile her lips trembled. She was drenched like a cow, half in tears and rest all with her sweat.

At other end shooing his head in disbelief; he thought, She couldn't be serious anytime, "What caught you that you decided to disturb this saint man's sleep?"

Her entire body was shaking. She needed to make the conversation short. She wasn't sane to answer all his questions at the moment. She wasn't sure how long she could stand holding the bureau near the telephone booth, her tiny fingers twisting the wire around them.

She couldn't even break all her walls-openly inviting him. She didn't need anyone's sympathy. She just needed someone to be there, and even the heavens couldn't deny that, far away, he was the someone for her.

But she? Was she meant to be his someone?

Even the time clock was unaware, in what arcs their story was going to shape into.

".. are you even listening?" he asked with a slight frown.

She might have gone deaf-ear by then; she didn't heard him, "I'm not getting sleep.." she answered, giving no heed to his talk.

"Okay, so.." he asked more like a question. He didn't know what horses were racing in her brain box.

"I mean, how can I help you? Should I come over there?" he asked further and got down from his gigantic bed and wore his slippers.