Threads Of Fate

Four

Two weeks after the accident

It was a sunday morning and yet it was too dark. The dark clouds had hidden the sun totally behind them. Abeni's hand still hadn't healed completely. She was sitting in her swing on the balcony and drinking her juice with her good hand as she read her 'read for the week' placed on her lap. A steaming plate of momos rested right by her side on the side table. The monsoon had hit the city hard and it was very to find people on the street in their locality.

Abeni was so engrossed in her book that was a compilation of short horror stories that the 'ping' of the message startled her. She exhaled loudly and stared at her phone whose screen showed a dm from an account. She frowned. Her habit had always been to ignore the unknown accounts until they told her their identity right from the beginning. She decided to at least check if it was important and placed her glass of juice beside her phone as she picked the phone instead and opened the message.

'Tumne kaha tha ki dhoondhne wale to patthar se paani bhi dhoondh late hain,
Lo karodon ki bheed main maine tumhen dhoondh liya...' The message said. Abeni narrowed her eyes as she fell into a deep thought. Who was this? She received another message before she could block the number.
(You had said that people who actually want to find can even find water from inside the rocks, Look here, I have found you amidst the crowd of crores of other people.)

'Aaryan Singh Rajput kabhi challenges se peeche nahin hathta.' An unbidden smile touched her lips. She received another message.
(Aaryan Singh Rajput never shy away from challenges.)

'Hws ua hand?'

She typed back a reply with her good hand which wasn't her dominant one.

'My hand is fine. Thanks for caring enough to ask.' She sent.

'Ask? I believe I did more than that. I had to go through a lot of trouble to find you. Thankfully you had been recently tagged and the post had reached the feed of one of my friend.'

'What was the need for all this trouble, hmm?'

'Should I hve forgotten bout d beautiful woman I met n d injury I caused her?'

'Yes...'

'Heartless. 💔'

Abeni laughed. He was dramatic. But she realised that he was genuine.

'I call it being practical.' She typed. 'When we have nothing to do with each other, then why do we continue this?'

'I prefer being friends wd d ppl who dnt lecture me.'

'And I prefer steering clear of strangers.'

'We arnt strangers! We r acquainted with each othr. Rmmbr?'

'Nuh. Sry but no...'

She laughed when he sent another heart break emoji. For a while she placed her phone back on the table and had her breakfast before she went back to the kitchen.

Right as she placed back the utensils, she heard a bell. Abeni stood near the doorway of the kitchen drinking water, as she observed the door. Someone had opened the door and a man was standing there holding a bouquet. He had an uniform on with a cap that showed that he was from some giftshop.co.

"Does Abeni Oberoi live here?" The man asked.

Abeni walked to the front door before the maid could call for her. She smiled and sent the maid inside and faced the delivery guy.

"Yes. I am Abeni Oberoi."

"This is for you Ma'am." The delivery guy extended the bouquet to her. "Can you please sign here?" He extended a notepad to her. She signed beside her name and then after thanking the man she came inside.