HBD BETA

SHORT STORY - 03

00:00

“ Happy Birthday Beta “  a fervent voice squeaked from other side of the phone. “oh mom, you ? . . Thankyou “

“ Why are you sounding so low? Is everything fine ? “  . . “ No, everything is not fine, It was sneha who was supposed to be my first caller. I wanted to hear happy birthday in her voice first and you ruined it all “ ,  although Ankush thought so but all he could reply was “ yes mom, I am fine “ . The device still transmitted her mother’s enthusiastic voice but the apple embedded metal piece was harshly forced into his back pocket, thinking her mother would cut the call herself after getting no response.

00:30

“ still no calls from sneha. Neither are my friends calling, they must have planned something” Ankush tried to lift himself and turned the amplifier to the highest level. The windows danced to the cacophonic music coming from heavy buffers. Just then someone knocked at the door.                                                      

  “ Sir apke liye bouquet hai “ , Ankush jumped to his excitement. He thought sneha would have sent it and now the party will begin and he continued to fly in his imagination till he received the bouquet.                               

 It was all blue orchid, his favourite. He was beaming with ecstasy and just then his eyes fell on a piece of paper.     

 “ Happy birthday beta . . . .LOVE . . . MAA “

He could feel his heart sinking. He took out his phone.                                                                                                                     

  “ Last Call Summary : 26:04 “                                                                      He felt a lump in his throat. His guilt erupted magnanimously from his eyes.The trans music faded away, the ambience seemed sombre and all he could hear was

    “ HAPPY BIRTHDAY BETA “ 

Short story - 02


Swarm of people rushed into the metro, making it cumbersome for the nose to grasp in oxygen. The air around got mixed with the sweaty smell making the situation intolerable . 
Swati again lost in the battle for having a seat . Like all the other days, today also she saw him. An unfamiliar guy who somehow managed to protect her against the enemy group of geeks who constantly took advantage of the rush and tried to rub their bodies against any available female. 
He stood tall before her. " I have a warrior " she thought. One of her  friend succeeded in grabbing a seat and offered it to her. 
She gently replied
" I feel safer here, i ll prefer standing" 
While her friend couldnt get her convoluted answer,  the warrior looked back. He was smiling. Swati looked down and moved closer.

THE GAME

SHORT STORY – 01

                                                                   

On the 5^th day of her college, she received a mail

“love is a game, a game of two                                                                                                                 and I always want to play with you.

Magical eyes, glimmering skin flicking your hair,

you seem like a dream.

Like a pearl in the ocean. Deep, Still and pure.

Like a star. Far yet shinning with a glow.                          

I so damn want you, want you close.                                                                                 

You have darted my heart with your charming smile

and you can only cure me by being “exclusively” mine.

So let’s start the game.

The game of two. It will be just “ME” and it has to be just “YOU”

She was just in middle of her thoughts when the second mail popped. 

"I had misspelled the email-id and it was sent to you. Sorry for the inconvenience. Please ignore!"

But how could she just unmind something so beautiful. She decided to reply “It’s fine” and hesitatingly added “You are an awesome writer.”

And BINGO !!! Now, she was IN the game. They started exchanging mails and got close. So very close that they are now married and have an adorable little princess. Resha kissed her 10 year old daughter and patted her to sleep. but did both of you meet only because of that typing mistake? The little mind spoke.

“No beta, I already knew I was sending it to my wife. That lie was just to start the game.”

Aryan and Resha exchanged glances. Aryan winked. Resha blushed. They were still in the Game. The game of LOVE. The Game of TWO.