Time : 3:00 AM…
She blew out of the water to see her cute Nokia 1108 creating undamped continuous vibrations, signaling a call. Before she could realize that she’s being remembered even during nights, vibrations stopped. “What a nasty dream, thank god, I was disturbed” she realized.
Trrriinnggg. Vibrations restarted. This time she was not going to miss that. Grabbed her cutie with her soft hands asap only to see the white lighted screen informing her “2 missed calls”. “Missed again” she murmured.
Preoccupied with her dreams that, for her satisfaction, got shattered in the middle, she just forgot to realize that her security unlock code was the number equivalent of her, probably, best phrase ‘LOVE U RAVI’, the one that could help her in unraveling the secrets in her mobile. But she was attempting hard to allay the fears that had cropped her up because of that nightmare. “Let me freshen up” she uttered to herself.
“Tick” – on were the lights of a posh and tidy bathroom. With a night-robe embracing the most beautiful torso of hers, she stepped into the bathroom to get her ever-fresh face even fresher. Sprinkled water onto it. Those fortunate droplets that fell on her were even more fortunate, because it was 3 at night, when most water taps remain dormant.
“5 missed calls” mobile screen reminded as she peeped into in again. Typing her most cherished words, did she manage to unlock her cutie. “Hope, this day I wasn’t born. Nope I wasn’t.” she confirmed, while trying to unearth who the caller was/callers were.
Bewildered !!
“No number? But how could that be? Missed call from no number?” This added fuel to fire. She felt queasy. She missed all five calls from that so-called “no number.” She, feeling nervy, waited for her mobile to vibrate once more. She was all set to press the ‘attend’ button. To her misfortune, her vigilance received no reward.
There was a ten-minute unbroken silence. None moved, neither she nor her sweet mobile. Blood of fear streamed all through her body. “No calls yet.” she sickened.
Reclining uneasily, in an easy chair, she fought all odds of her mind to get rid of that dream out of it. It wouldn’t budge. Dreams, generally, are volatile. This wasn’t. To heighten her nervousness, her thoughts were filled by the nightmare as she began to retrospect it.
“A great day so far. I am off for a treat tonight. He has invited me.” with an awesome smile on her face, did she utter these words to her pal over phone. “His pontiac grandprix is going to take me to his place”. Her smiles crossed all limits of beauty. Strolling in the park, she had a great time with her friend over phone. She was all smiles.
It was dusk and the chauffeur knocked at hers. “Yes Peter, I am ready.” Attired with a beautiful Indian Sari, Flamingo pink in colour, she looked bonnier than the bonniest. Her beauty needing more superlatives than those existing in an up-to-date lexicon. “What a cute car, Peter” she was amazed at the Pontiac Grandprix.
Getting into it, she called up the sweetheart, whom she loved above all, to inform that she’s on her way. There was no answer from the other end. Her anxious wait to plant a kiss on her mobile, which would transmit that to his cheeks, wasn’t rewarded. “Peter, He’s home, right?” “Yes madam.” Keeping her 1108 cutie aside, she settled in to love the air that was breezing past her, as the car raced past all beautiful trees. The climate was just right for a romantic candle-light dinner.
As the car raced into the parking lot, she became over-thrilled. Disembarking her beautiful torso out of the automobile beauty, she thanked the chauffeur and stepped into, what she used to call as, palace.
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Shocker!! “Peter!” she yelled. The chauffeur rushed in. He, too, was taken aback.
The chauffeur, in quick reaction, got near the person, who was lying unconscious, in a position that concealed his identity, on a beautiful and tidy vitrified-tiled floor. The chauffeur made all efforts to overturn. She was shell-shocked, but still looked so beautiful, as always.
TIME: 3:00 AM. She blew out of the water to see her cute Nokia 1108 creating undamped continuous vibrations, signaling a call. Before she could realize that she’s being remembered even during nights, vibrations stopped. “What a nasty dream, thank god, I was disturbed” she realized.
She revered the missed caller, who saved her most covetous person. She thanked him/her and her cute mobile phone, which she always loves, for not revealing the identity of that badly bruised body.
