“Hey Jessica this is Dhruv from the band Xeroxed Devils. Rohit asked
me to call you up regarding the passes to the after party of the IPL. I
think he told you about this, right?”
“Oh hi Dhruv, yes Rohit told me about you and I will hand over the passes to you on Saturday night itself. Is that ok with you?”
“Absolutely, see you on Saturday.”
Jessica was into event management with a top company in Bangalore that arranged shows of celebrities. She had arranged quite a few shows for our band too. We aren’t all that famous nationally but in the college and youth circles we are quite a rage, and Bangalore is full of such young crowd. I am the lead guitarist of my band and Rohit is our manager. He is the one who ‘manages’ all sorts of passes and entries to events for us. Well we do make quite a lot of money from our shows and we can afford to buy passes for events but who doesn’t like free passes?
I am an average looking, “well mannered”, decent guy and I would say I am pretty cool by normal standards and yes normal isn’t a nice way of saying “low” standards. I play the guitar quite well, but more than that I know the art of performing in front of my audience. My stage presence makes up for me if I have a bad day. There are many more talented performers out there but I rule when it comes to giving a performance on stage. I am also quite a good talker and have always talked women into dating me. It helps a lot that I play the guitar. Women absolutely dote on guys who play the guitar. In fact, I took to guitar when I heard from a friend of mine that women like guitarists. Quite an ass that I was! It’s been quite sometime and I lost count of the women I floored. I dated around 4 girls and I must say that in all of the cases God must have taken a real good time creating them. Although he didn’t quite look after their brains but I never complained. They were beauties and it was awesome going out with such hot girls. I was a complete dude among my friends and I loved it. Most of my break ups were for frivolous reasons and it was more my girlfriends’ doing than mine.
My latest girlfriend of 6 months, Ritu, had just dumped me because she thought she couldn’t handle my ways. I was in fact absolutely relieved by her decision. I couldn’t dump her because she was a nice person and I had no grounds for dumping her. Also nagging cannot be considered a valid reason. Not to take away the credit from any other girl, she was the epitome of nagging. If Narcissus was the embodiment of self love, Ritu could pass off as that of nagging. Maybe someday they might have a word “Rituistic” to define someone as being extremely nagging, something like Narcissistic! She went on with her complaints that I hardly have time for her, every time I missed a call from her Well, I deliberately didn’t take her calls sometime but that was rare. It was better to take her call than to listen to her incessant sobs. She used to call me every hour to check on me. Where I was and with whom? She hated it if I went out with my female friends and all hell broke loose if I didn’t take her call for more than 4 times at a stretch. God! Was I supposed to take my phone even to the loo? There’s more, she called me all sorts of weird names like Puchi, Puchu, Mousey and I was always left red faced in front of my friends. I tried to tell her a lot, not to call me names but she hardly listened. Thank God she decided to dump me and I was happily single again. I could totally hit on the other hot chicks and Bangalore has no dearth of them, especially in the field that I am in.
It was then that I managed to get those passes of the IPL after party for me and my other band members. The match was between RCB and KKR so we were hoping to see quite a slew of Bollywood celebrities. SRK is a chick magnet. Wherever he goes, he manages to draw a lot of beautiful women. I was counting on him today and hoped he didn’t disappoint.
While I was getting ready for the party Jessica called.
“Hi Dhruv, I am really sorry, I wont be able to attend the party today. I will have your passes handed over to you by a friend of mine, Oromitha.”
I noted down Oromitha’s number, a little disappointed, as there would be one hot girl less in the party as Jessica was simply awesome. We reached the venue and I called Oromitha to enquire about the passes. A very fair girl with specs like Preity Zinta’s from Kal Ho Na Ho came up to me and said, “Hi you are Dhruv right? I am Oromitha. Here are your passes.” She had a very pleasant personality and was very elegant in her ways. She handed me the passes, exchanged a few pleasantries and went off on her way to the party. We followed suit and in a while I was thanking SRK in my mind for not having disappointed me. There were pretty women all around and more importantly, there was an unlimited supply of free food and booze. Now for that I had to thank Dr. Mallya. I hope he keeps on making more money from his booze and keeps on throwing parties like these. We enjoyed thoroughly and I flirted around with all those pretty women who didn’t have someone looking like her boyfriend by her side. In the end, we all got pretty sloshed. Naturally, the booze was free. Our friend Tanya was at her puking best, making the car the destination of the projections that erupted from her mouth. I made a mental note to force Deep to wash the car the next day. Deep was Tanya’s boyfriend of 10 years. Can you imagine? 10 years? It sounds like eternity to me. Since now we are around 24-25, it’s like they have been going around from the time they were 14! I hardly knew any girls at that age. In fact I was so naïve then that I considered sexy to be a dirty word to be addressed to women. It’s however totally different today and I’d rather not get into the details of what I consider sexy. We reached Deep’s place at around 2 am in the night and fell asleep wherever we could find a little place.
It was two days after this; I was browsing through the pictures of the party on Facebook, when I saw a familiar face in one of my friend’s profile. It was of Oromitha. She was pretty cute and I thought it only apt to send her a request. How can anyone ignore a cute and sweet girl that too one with whom one is already acquainted with, doesn’t matter even it’s only for a minute. She accepted my request a day later but we hadn’t started talking right away. It was not until a few weeks later that I saw her online and pinged her.
“Hi Oromitha! What up?”
“Hey Hi! Nothing Much. You say?”
“So how did you enjoy the party that day?
“Yeah, it was amazing! You know I got pictures with Shahrukh too!”
What is with women and Shahrukh? I can’t understand how that man attracts so many women even though he is 40 and old and wrinkled and married with 2 kids. There would only be a handful of women who wouldn’t like SRK. I carried on with the conversation with pangs of jealousy and anger for SRK’s magnetism.
“Hey you know what? You have a very sweet and different name!”
She replied after a long pause, “Sweet or different?”
“A little of both but more on the sweet side” I replied adding a wink smiley to the end.
“Thank you! I am sorry I gotta go now! Talk to you later!”
She said bye and she signed off!
That was short and well not so sweet, I thought, but she was a little different. There was something in her that I found very attractive, very honest. I checked her pics and in all of them she looked so pretty and sweet. There was this honesty in her face that stood out. I didn’t get a chance to talk to her in a few weeks. I was busy with my shows and hardly came online. Even if I did, I didn’t bother to check out anyone. It was after about 3 weeks that I saw her online and pinged her again.
“Hi Oromitha!”
She didn’t reply! I waited for quite sometime but still there was no reply. I got busy replying to a lot of other pings of friends, relatives and not to mention some hot chicks when I got a reply from her.
“Hi!”
I replied back after a good 7.5 mins in retaliation to her late reply, with a “How are you?”(Tit for tat at its best!)
She replied, “Good”
I was intrigued by her small replies and asked her, “Do you always reply in monosyllables?”
“Well No…Am sorry..Actually I am a little low!”
If a girl says she is low, it’s a guy’s moral responsibility to cheer her up. That’s what guys are for. To pamper the fairer sex and make them feel special whenever possible. “Well what happened? You can share with me if you want. I am a good listener and sometimes talking to complete strangers help!”
“Well not exactly. I’d rather keep it to myself”.
I didn’t wish to bother her as I hardly knew her and moreover I wasn’t too interested either. So I said, “As you wish Ma’am!”
She seemed relieved that I didn’t pester. We talked of some normal things where I tried to humor her for a few minutes. She cheered up a little and it was then that I played my masterstroke.
“Hey do you mind giving me your number? I am not a stalker, I don’t call girls in the middle of the night and I don’t send silly forwards, so you can feel safe!”
This is one line that has never failed me when it comes to asking for a girl’s number. I don’t know what goes on in their minds but they always respond positively.
She typed “hehe” and shared her number and I smiled in my mind, more for my infallible way of asking for a girls number than for the fact that she shared it. Male ego you see!
I texted her the next day, to enquire if her mood was alright. She replied saying that she was fine and thanked me for being so sweet.
It was one afternoon I had nothing to do and while I was fiddling with my phone I chanced upon a message sent by her and thought of calling her up. We spoke for a good 30 mins and to be honest it was not one of the best conversations I have had. She was a woman of few words and on the other side I was a man of too many words. A total mismatch. I disconnected and wondered for a while as to what actually transpired. After that we shared texts regularly as I believe sms is a very cool way to start knowing someone, not to mention it was free too. We had very little things in common and I had to fake that I liked a lot of things that she liked, in order to make her believe that we actually shared a lot of interests. She liked Shahrukh Khan’s film songs and I hated most of them. She liked black coffee and I drank black coffee only on dates to impress my partner but with utter disdain for it. She liked poetry and I liked prose, as I hardly understood anything of poetry. I tried to convince her that I too liked most of what she liked too, but when she asked me to watch movies like ‘Love aaj kal’ and ‘PS I Love you’ I was at a wits end. The punishment of lying, I thought. I promised her that I would definitely watch the movies someday and prayed hard that she forgot about them. This went on for a few days. The smses gave way to more smses and then calls but still I couldn’t extract a date with her. She always managed to dodge the topic of a date somehow. Girls are masters at these! It was after a lot of deliberation that she finally decided to meet me. The first date was a little abrupt. Here she was the talkative one and I listened. She asked me a lot of times about the reason for my silence as that was a rare occurrence. I didn’t know. Maybe I was mesmerized by her or maybe I didn’t like her upfront. It was only after a few more dates that I opened up with her. CCD was our usual hangout and the waiters looked with big eyes every time we entered, as it meant a table booked for more than 3-4 hours. I had to give them a hefty tip to bring their dilated pupils to normal state. I was kind of getting used to her and I liked it. We cared for each other and liked talking too. There was this mutual admiration, love, care that was very beautiful and before long we realized, we were in a relationship. There was no formal proposal from anyone of us and no proclamation of love and yet we were in a relationship. It was a lot later that we uttered the words “I love you” to each other and I could feel that we really meant it. It was very nice and I could feel her love for me even though she didn’t constantly say that she loved me. Things were very subtle with her, something I loved. The difference of interests that were so stark hardly mattered now. I actually started loving Black Coffee and for my interest in her type of movies, I had no choice. She forced me to watch “Love Aaj Kal”. We met mostly on Saturdays as she had college all the other days and she belonged to the class of students who wouldn’t bunk her college even on doomsday. For once I stopped flirting with girls and going out on random dates. Well not exactly stopped but I would say reduced.
Things were going very fine until the day she went to a party and met this guy called Sam. He was performing at the party. He too played the guitar and probably played it a bit better than me. I don’t know if that was the reason, but on seeing him, Oromitha had developed a sudden crush on him. She went up and told him that she liked his performance very much. Not only that, she came back home to look up his profile in Facebook. She told me about this but I hardly cared. Crushes are natural. She would have been more bothered if I started sharing about my crushes. I did look up the guys profile as she had inbox-ed me the link and I must say he was a perfect example of a clothes hangar. Thin like a stick, the clothes that he wore seemed to be hanging on without a support. He was dark but definitely not tall and handsome. But my girl was mesmerized by his charms. After seeing his pics, I went up to the mirror and checked myself out, to see if something was amiss with me. It didn’t quite look like. The guy also wrote blogs and this augmented her crush. Whatever he did seemed to find a favour with Orormitha. The guy was as big an ass as I was myself. He probably saw through the fact that she had a crush on him and made total use of it. He too very subtly shared his number and asked for my girlfriend’s number. I wondered if all guitarists were same. She asked me if she should give him her number. Now what do I say to that? Don’t? I am not like that by nature. I don’t control other’s lives. I asked her to do what she felt best, hoping that she wouldn’t share. But she probably felt sharing her number was the best thing. Damn it! I guess I should have said no. Now when a guy has a girl’s number he actually can get very close to the girl’s emotions if he wants to. I warned Oro that if Sam actually falls for you or even the other way round it would lead to a lot of complications. She never listened. Girls never do. She just blew it off saying that it was a very harmless college crush and that she loved me and that’s what mattered. The guy also had a girlfriend of four years and she said that he was just being nice and friendly to her. I didn’t pester her anymore and let her decide what to do. Before long my suspicions were correct. The guy after only about a few days of talking, proposed to her, even though he had a girlfriend. Probably he was looking for better options. Oro didn’t tell me this. I found this out when we were out on a date. She went to the washroom leaving her phone behind and it suddenly beeped. I never checked her messages but that day, I saw that it was from Sam. I was curious and I opened it. It read, “I am really sorry! I hurt your emotions. I just got carried away by your charm. Please be friends with me and don’t cut off all ties…Please”
I was taken aback! I scrolled down a few messages to see one more from Sam, my heart was pacing at a frantic pace. This one read, “Hi Oro…I don’t know how do I tell you this but I am really in love with you, I can’t live without you. Do you love me?”
I knew this was coming but I was hurt that Oromitha didn’t tell me anything of this. I went to the sent items and saw the last message was for Sam. I opened it and it read, “I am sorry Sam. I don’t love you. I just had a crush on you and that’s all about it. I love Dhruv very much and I can never even think of leaving him and going to you. Please don’t misunderstand me and I think we cannot be friends anymore. I am sorry!”
I kept the phone down, with a smile on my face and renewed love for my sweetheart; I waited anxiously for her to return.
“Oh hi Dhruv, yes Rohit told me about you and I will hand over the passes to you on Saturday night itself. Is that ok with you?”
“Absolutely, see you on Saturday.”
Jessica was into event management with a top company in Bangalore that arranged shows of celebrities. She had arranged quite a few shows for our band too. We aren’t all that famous nationally but in the college and youth circles we are quite a rage, and Bangalore is full of such young crowd. I am the lead guitarist of my band and Rohit is our manager. He is the one who ‘manages’ all sorts of passes and entries to events for us. Well we do make quite a lot of money from our shows and we can afford to buy passes for events but who doesn’t like free passes?
I am an average looking, “well mannered”, decent guy and I would say I am pretty cool by normal standards and yes normal isn’t a nice way of saying “low” standards. I play the guitar quite well, but more than that I know the art of performing in front of my audience. My stage presence makes up for me if I have a bad day. There are many more talented performers out there but I rule when it comes to giving a performance on stage. I am also quite a good talker and have always talked women into dating me. It helps a lot that I play the guitar. Women absolutely dote on guys who play the guitar. In fact, I took to guitar when I heard from a friend of mine that women like guitarists. Quite an ass that I was! It’s been quite sometime and I lost count of the women I floored. I dated around 4 girls and I must say that in all of the cases God must have taken a real good time creating them. Although he didn’t quite look after their brains but I never complained. They were beauties and it was awesome going out with such hot girls. I was a complete dude among my friends and I loved it. Most of my break ups were for frivolous reasons and it was more my girlfriends’ doing than mine.
My latest girlfriend of 6 months, Ritu, had just dumped me because she thought she couldn’t handle my ways. I was in fact absolutely relieved by her decision. I couldn’t dump her because she was a nice person and I had no grounds for dumping her. Also nagging cannot be considered a valid reason. Not to take away the credit from any other girl, she was the epitome of nagging. If Narcissus was the embodiment of self love, Ritu could pass off as that of nagging. Maybe someday they might have a word “Rituistic” to define someone as being extremely nagging, something like Narcissistic! She went on with her complaints that I hardly have time for her, every time I missed a call from her Well, I deliberately didn’t take her calls sometime but that was rare. It was better to take her call than to listen to her incessant sobs. She used to call me every hour to check on me. Where I was and with whom? She hated it if I went out with my female friends and all hell broke loose if I didn’t take her call for more than 4 times at a stretch. God! Was I supposed to take my phone even to the loo? There’s more, she called me all sorts of weird names like Puchi, Puchu, Mousey and I was always left red faced in front of my friends. I tried to tell her a lot, not to call me names but she hardly listened. Thank God she decided to dump me and I was happily single again. I could totally hit on the other hot chicks and Bangalore has no dearth of them, especially in the field that I am in.
It was then that I managed to get those passes of the IPL after party for me and my other band members. The match was between RCB and KKR so we were hoping to see quite a slew of Bollywood celebrities. SRK is a chick magnet. Wherever he goes, he manages to draw a lot of beautiful women. I was counting on him today and hoped he didn’t disappoint.
While I was getting ready for the party Jessica called.
“Hi Dhruv, I am really sorry, I wont be able to attend the party today. I will have your passes handed over to you by a friend of mine, Oromitha.”
I noted down Oromitha’s number, a little disappointed, as there would be one hot girl less in the party as Jessica was simply awesome. We reached the venue and I called Oromitha to enquire about the passes. A very fair girl with specs like Preity Zinta’s from Kal Ho Na Ho came up to me and said, “Hi you are Dhruv right? I am Oromitha. Here are your passes.” She had a very pleasant personality and was very elegant in her ways. She handed me the passes, exchanged a few pleasantries and went off on her way to the party. We followed suit and in a while I was thanking SRK in my mind for not having disappointed me. There were pretty women all around and more importantly, there was an unlimited supply of free food and booze. Now for that I had to thank Dr. Mallya. I hope he keeps on making more money from his booze and keeps on throwing parties like these. We enjoyed thoroughly and I flirted around with all those pretty women who didn’t have someone looking like her boyfriend by her side. In the end, we all got pretty sloshed. Naturally, the booze was free. Our friend Tanya was at her puking best, making the car the destination of the projections that erupted from her mouth. I made a mental note to force Deep to wash the car the next day. Deep was Tanya’s boyfriend of 10 years. Can you imagine? 10 years? It sounds like eternity to me. Since now we are around 24-25, it’s like they have been going around from the time they were 14! I hardly knew any girls at that age. In fact I was so naïve then that I considered sexy to be a dirty word to be addressed to women. It’s however totally different today and I’d rather not get into the details of what I consider sexy. We reached Deep’s place at around 2 am in the night and fell asleep wherever we could find a little place.
It was two days after this; I was browsing through the pictures of the party on Facebook, when I saw a familiar face in one of my friend’s profile. It was of Oromitha. She was pretty cute and I thought it only apt to send her a request. How can anyone ignore a cute and sweet girl that too one with whom one is already acquainted with, doesn’t matter even it’s only for a minute. She accepted my request a day later but we hadn’t started talking right away. It was not until a few weeks later that I saw her online and pinged her.
“Hi Oromitha! What up?”
“Hey Hi! Nothing Much. You say?”
“So how did you enjoy the party that day?
“Yeah, it was amazing! You know I got pictures with Shahrukh too!”
What is with women and Shahrukh? I can’t understand how that man attracts so many women even though he is 40 and old and wrinkled and married with 2 kids. There would only be a handful of women who wouldn’t like SRK. I carried on with the conversation with pangs of jealousy and anger for SRK’s magnetism.
“Hey you know what? You have a very sweet and different name!”
She replied after a long pause, “Sweet or different?”
“A little of both but more on the sweet side” I replied adding a wink smiley to the end.
“Thank you! I am sorry I gotta go now! Talk to you later!”
She said bye and she signed off!
That was short and well not so sweet, I thought, but she was a little different. There was something in her that I found very attractive, very honest. I checked her pics and in all of them she looked so pretty and sweet. There was this honesty in her face that stood out. I didn’t get a chance to talk to her in a few weeks. I was busy with my shows and hardly came online. Even if I did, I didn’t bother to check out anyone. It was after about 3 weeks that I saw her online and pinged her again.
“Hi Oromitha!”
She didn’t reply! I waited for quite sometime but still there was no reply. I got busy replying to a lot of other pings of friends, relatives and not to mention some hot chicks when I got a reply from her.
“Hi!”
I replied back after a good 7.5 mins in retaliation to her late reply, with a “How are you?”(Tit for tat at its best!)
She replied, “Good”
I was intrigued by her small replies and asked her, “Do you always reply in monosyllables?”
“Well No…Am sorry..Actually I am a little low!”
If a girl says she is low, it’s a guy’s moral responsibility to cheer her up. That’s what guys are for. To pamper the fairer sex and make them feel special whenever possible. “Well what happened? You can share with me if you want. I am a good listener and sometimes talking to complete strangers help!”
“Well not exactly. I’d rather keep it to myself”.
I didn’t wish to bother her as I hardly knew her and moreover I wasn’t too interested either. So I said, “As you wish Ma’am!”
She seemed relieved that I didn’t pester. We talked of some normal things where I tried to humor her for a few minutes. She cheered up a little and it was then that I played my masterstroke.
“Hey do you mind giving me your number? I am not a stalker, I don’t call girls in the middle of the night and I don’t send silly forwards, so you can feel safe!”
This is one line that has never failed me when it comes to asking for a girl’s number. I don’t know what goes on in their minds but they always respond positively.
She typed “hehe” and shared her number and I smiled in my mind, more for my infallible way of asking for a girls number than for the fact that she shared it. Male ego you see!
I texted her the next day, to enquire if her mood was alright. She replied saying that she was fine and thanked me for being so sweet.
It was one afternoon I had nothing to do and while I was fiddling with my phone I chanced upon a message sent by her and thought of calling her up. We spoke for a good 30 mins and to be honest it was not one of the best conversations I have had. She was a woman of few words and on the other side I was a man of too many words. A total mismatch. I disconnected and wondered for a while as to what actually transpired. After that we shared texts regularly as I believe sms is a very cool way to start knowing someone, not to mention it was free too. We had very little things in common and I had to fake that I liked a lot of things that she liked, in order to make her believe that we actually shared a lot of interests. She liked Shahrukh Khan’s film songs and I hated most of them. She liked black coffee and I drank black coffee only on dates to impress my partner but with utter disdain for it. She liked poetry and I liked prose, as I hardly understood anything of poetry. I tried to convince her that I too liked most of what she liked too, but when she asked me to watch movies like ‘Love aaj kal’ and ‘PS I Love you’ I was at a wits end. The punishment of lying, I thought. I promised her that I would definitely watch the movies someday and prayed hard that she forgot about them. This went on for a few days. The smses gave way to more smses and then calls but still I couldn’t extract a date with her. She always managed to dodge the topic of a date somehow. Girls are masters at these! It was after a lot of deliberation that she finally decided to meet me. The first date was a little abrupt. Here she was the talkative one and I listened. She asked me a lot of times about the reason for my silence as that was a rare occurrence. I didn’t know. Maybe I was mesmerized by her or maybe I didn’t like her upfront. It was only after a few more dates that I opened up with her. CCD was our usual hangout and the waiters looked with big eyes every time we entered, as it meant a table booked for more than 3-4 hours. I had to give them a hefty tip to bring their dilated pupils to normal state. I was kind of getting used to her and I liked it. We cared for each other and liked talking too. There was this mutual admiration, love, care that was very beautiful and before long we realized, we were in a relationship. There was no formal proposal from anyone of us and no proclamation of love and yet we were in a relationship. It was a lot later that we uttered the words “I love you” to each other and I could feel that we really meant it. It was very nice and I could feel her love for me even though she didn’t constantly say that she loved me. Things were very subtle with her, something I loved. The difference of interests that were so stark hardly mattered now. I actually started loving Black Coffee and for my interest in her type of movies, I had no choice. She forced me to watch “Love Aaj Kal”. We met mostly on Saturdays as she had college all the other days and she belonged to the class of students who wouldn’t bunk her college even on doomsday. For once I stopped flirting with girls and going out on random dates. Well not exactly stopped but I would say reduced.
Things were going very fine until the day she went to a party and met this guy called Sam. He was performing at the party. He too played the guitar and probably played it a bit better than me. I don’t know if that was the reason, but on seeing him, Oromitha had developed a sudden crush on him. She went up and told him that she liked his performance very much. Not only that, she came back home to look up his profile in Facebook. She told me about this but I hardly cared. Crushes are natural. She would have been more bothered if I started sharing about my crushes. I did look up the guys profile as she had inbox-ed me the link and I must say he was a perfect example of a clothes hangar. Thin like a stick, the clothes that he wore seemed to be hanging on without a support. He was dark but definitely not tall and handsome. But my girl was mesmerized by his charms. After seeing his pics, I went up to the mirror and checked myself out, to see if something was amiss with me. It didn’t quite look like. The guy also wrote blogs and this augmented her crush. Whatever he did seemed to find a favour with Orormitha. The guy was as big an ass as I was myself. He probably saw through the fact that she had a crush on him and made total use of it. He too very subtly shared his number and asked for my girlfriend’s number. I wondered if all guitarists were same. She asked me if she should give him her number. Now what do I say to that? Don’t? I am not like that by nature. I don’t control other’s lives. I asked her to do what she felt best, hoping that she wouldn’t share. But she probably felt sharing her number was the best thing. Damn it! I guess I should have said no. Now when a guy has a girl’s number he actually can get very close to the girl’s emotions if he wants to. I warned Oro that if Sam actually falls for you or even the other way round it would lead to a lot of complications. She never listened. Girls never do. She just blew it off saying that it was a very harmless college crush and that she loved me and that’s what mattered. The guy also had a girlfriend of four years and she said that he was just being nice and friendly to her. I didn’t pester her anymore and let her decide what to do. Before long my suspicions were correct. The guy after only about a few days of talking, proposed to her, even though he had a girlfriend. Probably he was looking for better options. Oro didn’t tell me this. I found this out when we were out on a date. She went to the washroom leaving her phone behind and it suddenly beeped. I never checked her messages but that day, I saw that it was from Sam. I was curious and I opened it. It read, “I am really sorry! I hurt your emotions. I just got carried away by your charm. Please be friends with me and don’t cut off all ties…Please”
I was taken aback! I scrolled down a few messages to see one more from Sam, my heart was pacing at a frantic pace. This one read, “Hi Oro…I don’t know how do I tell you this but I am really in love with you, I can’t live without you. Do you love me?”
I knew this was coming but I was hurt that Oromitha didn’t tell me anything of this. I went to the sent items and saw the last message was for Sam. I opened it and it read, “I am sorry Sam. I don’t love you. I just had a crush on you and that’s all about it. I love Dhruv very much and I can never even think of leaving him and going to you. Please don’t misunderstand me and I think we cannot be friends anymore. I am sorry!”
I kept the phone down, with a smile on my face and renewed love for my sweetheart; I waited anxiously for her to return.
