SHIDDAT ~ Where Love Burns With The Flames of Passion

The Clue

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Yagyhavi's pov:

I opened the letter and my eyes fell on the words written inside. "What the f..." I stopped myself from saying the word as I looked at the letter.

I couldn't tell in which language the letter was written because the handwriting was so poor.

It looked like it was written by a second-grade child.

"Come on, mystery man. I was not expecting this from you. This handwriting, seriously?" I said to myself, rolling my eyes.

I mean, was he writing with his eyes closed.

I stared at the letter in disbelief, my eyebrows furrowing as I tried to understand the scribbles on the paper.
"Seriously?" I muttered to myself. "Is this some kind of joke?"

I held the letter at arm's length, hoping that by some miracle the words would rearrange themselves into something coherent, but I knew it was not going to happen.

I chuckled to myself, unable to believe that the mysterious figure I had been exchanging letters with had such terrible handwriting.

I tried again, this time with more focus trying to understand the words.

"Dear Miss Shiddat," the letter began, but the 'D' looked more like a 'B', and the 't' was barely recognizable.

I burst out laughing seeing it.

"Well, mystery man," I said between my laugh, "you've certainly got a unique way of communicating. You really need to work on your writing skills." I said and continued reading the letter:

"Dear Miss Shiddat,

I hope my letter finds you well. First thing I want to tell you is that I am not Mister Pikachu. Yes, you read that right. I am not your best friend. I think there has been some misunderstanding, and because of that, instead of your best friend, I am receiving your letters."

I somehow managed to understand the words, and what I appreciated was his honesty.

He told me that he wasn't my best friend, and I had been sending letters to the wrong person. Atleast he was being honest here.

I smiled and continued reading the letter:

"I wanted to tell you this when I received your first letter, but sadly, you hadn't written any name, address, or contact information on the letter, so because of that, I couldn't reach you. When I read your letters, I understood that your friendship with your best friend means a lot to you, because the way you had written your letter, the words explain it.

That is why I tried to reach you by sending my people in the neighborhood area and asking for you and your best friend, but they did not get any information.

But the surprising thing was that you knew my people are looking for you, but still, you didn't tell them that you are Shiddat.

Why?"

I paused for a moment, as I read those words. It was true-I had understood that his people were looking for me, yet I chose to remain silent about my identity.

"I guess I wanted to keep the mystery alive," I murmured to myself, realizing how foolish it sounded now.

But in the moment, it had felt thrilling to be caught up in a game of cat and mouse, each of us trying to outsmart the other.