I had got Alisha's number but still didn't have the guts to call her. I tried coming closer to myself and get something that I had, but couldn't import in my living. I asked the heart for the reason to resist. It clearly blamed the mind, while the mind did the same to the heart. At this point in time, I was totally confused and knew nothing about my next step.
The fingers rolled spontaneously and I dialled Alisha's number. It had just rung once and I disconnected the call. I didn't have the guts to call her. I concentrated some more courage and ringed her again. It was the second time I was calling her that day. She picked the call in the very first ring as if she was just waiting for it. Please don't raise your expectations I am not that lucky; nothing is going to happen.
She picked up the phone and in a very sweet tone asked, "Are you hitting on me?" Her words and her way of speaking in the texts were not matching. It was sarcasm undoubtedly. But the stupid heart thought it to be real and feasibly said, "How did you know that?"
She maintained the same tone of sarcasm but the sounds of teeth crushing were being clearly heard. But the heart didn't mind and asked the mind to neglect the sounds. She said, "Oooh...so you're a lover of mine. How great is that?" with every word, firm was getting added to her voice. But the heart was still unaware of the tsunami, which was coming closer.
I just blushed and lied dead on the bed. The foolish heart had suspended the mind and had invited a huge disaster for itself. I was silent, was just listening to her talks maintaining a smile on my lips, unaware of the high waves of furiousness hitting towards me. After a while, the ears only heard,
"Hello... hello... hello...." from the other end. The mind took the hold back from the stupid heart. With the same shameless smile on my face, I said, "I am listening, go on..."
My lines got her lips bitten by the teeth. The firm had ruled her sweetness. She was filled with anger this time and I was the only one near her whom she could explode upon. The stupid heart had now lost the access, the mind ruled the body. The system was totally tripped. Alisha was constantly speaking from her end, while I was just sitting quietly and was listening to her. I was listening to the most abusive language ever used for a boy from his lover's end. I ignored all of her scolding and her abuses. Just kept on imagining her face while doing this to me. The heart felt good at the scenes. I tried to overrule her words, but she was in a loop and I couldn't see any hope of speaking a word. The mind thought, "Why are we increasing the phone bill?"
The heart promptly replied, "You use prepaid and no matter how much you talk you will be paying nothing. You have already recharged your phone."
The heart smirked and concentrated its focus back on its lover's voice. The mind got busy in searching for another reason to console the heart. Suddenly, the entire session of scolding started turning into a proper two-sided conversation.
In the same firm voice, Alisha asked, "Who the hell are you? Just tell me your name and then see what am I gonna do to you."
I got worried. There was no issue in telling my fake name to her but I needed that fake identity to keep in touch with her. The phone call had ruined my image but thankfully she didn't know about the real person she was talking to. Now firmness was being added to her loud voice. She screamed up and said, "Tell me you bastard, who are you? You fucking pig. What do you think girls are for you? BC you guys are disturbing me since yesterday. I promise, if I get one more call from you, I will come out of your phone and break your balls." Alisha was irritated. She was shouting and screaming at me.
The call was now disconnected. But the thread of love was still connected to her. As Alisha said, she was being molested on the phone. The brave girl instead of crying and begging not to do this or switching off her phone was fighting against the dilemma. My respect for her increased even more now. I really appreciated this act of hers. Actually, this bold attitude of hers had intrigued my heart to settle down in her cardiac notch.
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Only You.....Just You.....
RomanceA True Love story turned to fiction. "Only You.....Just You....." is the story of finding love, finding passion, and separation. This story is written in my point of view, portraying myself as Nikhil Raj in this Love story. So don't get confused.