Allura...

"Beep beep" beeped his phone.. a sms from someone unknown. "I am sorry", it said... He felt obliged to reply, to tell the sender that the apology had not reached the person it was meant for... He replied..

It was day 3 of messages.. She had told that she was apologising to her boyfriend and mistyped the number... She had told everything that had happened before and poured out her anxieties over the calls that went unanswered... He read every message patiently, wondering who she was and why he was getting involved so much... He did not even know her name, he never asked, she never gave...

And then one morning there was the missed call... it was her... she had called him in the middle of the night.. he called her back... there was no response... then there came a message saying she was Shy to talk to him now and would rather message... and he patiently continued...

His days had been going as usual.. mundane things.. the usual work.. usual friends and the usual flirts.. nothing new... and suddenly an apology put the verve back on...

The messages were exchanged day and night... she was concerned about her lover... the guy who never called back.. the one with whom she had been in love with for almost 4 years.. her first love.. a handsome man.. college love.. sweet words and promises.. the crumbling of the world around her...

And then she called.. it was midnight.. he answered in his sleep.. and the meek voice on the other side said "Hi its me".. He didn't know what to say and didn't know what to talk... but talk they did for 2 long hours... she sobbed and sniffed, telling that she was sad... Henry had left her for good.. he had left the city making the end very clear.. she sobbed harder telling that Henry was the love of her life and that she was now broken and dead on the inside..

He listened patiently, lending her his shoulders to cry upon... he wanted to comfort her.. to pat her head and say "it will be alright".. the urge to see her started growing inside..

"I want to meet you", he said... she suddenly became all quiet.. she gave some excuse and shortly cut the call...

Confused was not the only word to define his emotions... he was now angry too.. his life was happy the way it was but why did he have to message some unknown girl day and night... was he that desperate in life that he needed an unknown person to make him feel important and wanted... he had questions and all were only for himself... and he had no answer..

A whole week passed with no messages.. his eyes would glance to his silent phone.. and then he would chide himself for his obsession... he exercised utmost restraint.. he kept himself busy with work, friends, movies and parties... but found himself peering into his phone time to time.. he was angry with his helplessness to overcome the need to message that unknown girl...

It was sunday night.. the beep went off frantically... messages galore.. apologies.. request to answer calls.. inviting for coffee to meet.. and then came the call... She sobbed.. said she had been confused.. apologised and asked to meet him for real.. He listened patiently and finally relented.. the date was fixed... Saturday night at 8...

Messages rained through the days.. about crushes, love, kisses and more.. she kept calling every night just to kiss him goodnight.. Their date kept nearing and their distances kept fading.. he was completely lost, her sweet cooing had blown him away.. It had all happened so fast that he forgot he still didn't know her name..

It was a sexy saturday.. she had spoken to him all through the night... a dozen kisses in between..lovers talk one could say.. she had promised to dress up for him in her very best..and just before day break she said she was in love again...

The table was set.. the Wine was ready.. candles were lit... he was there.. watching the people dining and the crowd that kept coming and going... wide eyed he waited.. searching for her.. it was not yet time, he was early and so he waited.. Every time the door opened, his heart skipped a beat... whenever a young lady walked in his eyes grew wide.. but then they would droop seeing their companion following behind...

The minutes slipped away into an hour... he messaged her... his nervousness grew.. she was nowhere in sight... no replies to his messages and no response to his calls... she must be on the way he thought... but couldn't stop from perspiring in nervous thought... finally he realised he had waited too long...

She was gone.. completely gone.. her number was no longer valid... the girl with no name..who caught his fancy and filled his time... he realised that it was the same girl who had now made a fool of him... fooling him with her fake tears and by acting shy.. her sweet talk and tender kisses... fooled him for God knows what... maybe he was a toy...maybe she found it to be a sport... a sport where the loser is left ashamed and scorned.... "Why me?" he thought..

He had a silent dinner and walked home, head down.... this day would soon get buried in the past... but then he would never forget how he had fallen for this Allura...

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