Wait, this can ‟ t be true, this couldn ‟ t have happened. Shit I couldn ‟ t believe what just happened in the last half hour. But sweat trickling down every part of my body reminded me that it had happened, that this wasn ‟ t some crazy dream I had as a side effect of reading some sappy romantic novel. I tried that number again but it was switched off. I thought about calling the police but it would be too late till then, I was sure that it was too late now, that Raghav was dead. And even if he wasn ‟ t dead, all I had was a phone number. What on earth was I going to tell the police?
I sat down; I took a deep breath and almost dialed Kabir ‟ s number only to stop and be reminded that I had fought with him today. That fight felt so far away, it seemed like days had passed and not hours since we fought over another trivial issue. It now seemed stupid, our fight. I had shouted at him for not calling me even once the past day and for avoiding my calls, his excuse being he was out with his friends and forgot his phone at home. This led to us fighting over the root cause of all our fights that over the two years that we have been together, somewhere along the line our love died. As usual we didn ‟ t resolve it and stormed off to our different ways.
I reached my room fuming and almost threw my phone away when it rang thinking that it was Kabir, but stopped when the screen showed an unknown number.“ Kabi …” I started to say but instead was interrupted by a“ Fuck, a girl? Just my luck. I should ‟ ve known it was a bad idea”.
Wait, this can ‟ t be true, this couldn ‟ t have happened. Shit I couldn ‟ t believe what just happened in the last half hour. But sweat trickling down every part of my body reminded me that it had happened, that this wasn ‟ t some crazy dream I had as a side effect of reading some sappy romantic novel. I tried that number again but it was switched off. I thought about calling the police but it would be too late till then, I was sure that it was too late now, that Raghav was dead. And even if he wasn ‟ t dead, all I had was a phone number. What on earth was I going to tell the police?
I sat down; I took a deep breath and almost dialed Kabir ‟ s number only to stop and be reminded that I had fought with him today. That fight felt so far away, it seemed like days had passed and not hours since we fought over another trivial issue. It now seemed stupid, our fight. I had shouted at him for not calling me even once the past day and for avoiding my calls, his excuse being he was out with his friends and forgot his phone at home. This led to us fighting over the root cause of all our fights that over the two years that we have been together, somewhere along the line our love died. As usual we didn ‟ t resolve it and stormed off to our different ways.
I reached my room fuming and almost threw my phone away when it rang thinking that it was Kabir, but stopped when the screen showed an unknown number.“ Kabi …” I started to say but instead was interrupted by a“ Fuck, a girl? Just my luck. I should ‟ ve known it was a bad idea”.