STORIZEN CONTRIBUTE
PART 3
nothing more”, I said, as the beer gave me an insight into my world.“ Don ' t rush things, see how and where it goes. Meanwhile, we will find out what Mr. Nasty is up to”, Varun said.
As I lay in bed that night, I thought of texting her. She had taken my number on the first day when I was showing her around. I grabbed my mobile and before I could open WhatsApp, I received a message from her.“ Hey”“ Hi” I replied, settling back on my pillow to make myself comfortable for a late night chat.
But what she typed next blew me over.“ How did you have my number from before we met at the office? I just saw a message from you from Sunday night,” she said. Oh shit! I was trapped! I had totally forgotten I had sent her a message that night. Now she would know what a lecherous creep I had been. Now she would know I had been stalking her. I didn ' t know what to say. Should I tell her I was in the US and I had actually sent that message next day? How absurd! What do I do now? She was online, waiting for an answer. I switched off
WhatsApp and called Varun. He woke up from a deep sleep.“ Whozzit,” he said, his voice heavy with post alcohol slumber.“ Varun, wake up. It ' s me. There ' s a problem” It took two minutes for him to probably sit up and get oriented to time, place and person.“ What happened?” he asked finally. I explained the situation in short.“ What do I do now? How do I explain this to her without sounding like a pervert?” I asked, desperation and anxiety echoing through my voice.
“ Relax. Tell her you
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