When love calls…

She: Hello
He : Just needed to talk to someone!

She: I'm there for you always.
He : I know.

She: What's wrong?
He : I like her so much, but I don't know what to do!

She: Just talk to her.
He : I don't think that's a good idea. She will never like me.

She: Don't say like that, you are really amazing.
He : Just want to tell her about my feelings..

She: Then why don’t you tell her?
He : I know she won't like me..

She: How can you be so sure?
He : Just like that, I feel so.

She: Well, I would suggest you to just tell her.
He : What should I tell her?

She: Tell her how you feel and how much you like her.
He : I kind of say that to her everyday!

She: What do you mean by that?
He : I love her and I'm always with her.

She: I can understand how you feel, I too have a somewhat similar problem. And I know he will never like me!
He : Hold on a sec, whom do you like?

She: There's this guy..
He : I am sure she won’t like me!

She: She surely does!
He : And how can you be so sure about that?

She: Just because, who wouldn't like a guy like you?
He : You..

She: I never thought you could be so wrong, I love you!
He : I love you too!

She: So tell me, are you going to talk to her?
He : I suppose I just did!

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Took my breath away!

I still remember every details of that night when it all started. Steve, a friend of mine had bought a house. It was an old house and it had creaks and moans. But the price at which it was offered, was very attractive and he could not turn down.

Steve called Ron and me to his place for dinner, a day after shifting to his new house. After dinner Steve invited us for a game of billiards in the basement. We played a game or two and then Ron and me decided to leave.

A week passed by, but Steve never showed up. Whenever we called him up, he gave us some excuse and stayed back at home. Ron asked me, “Did you notice something unusual that night when Steve called us?” It wasn’t that I did not notice. That night Steve played brilliantly, every shot he took was perfect and echoes of clapping was heard after every shot he played. But I thought may be it was the sound produced by the clashing of the billiard balls. But Ron said, "Even I heard someone clapping.” The forgotten feeling of dread was suddenly back and it ran through my veins like poison turning my blood cold.

We decided to stay a night at Steve’s place and find out what exactly was going on and why a guy like him who always used to hang around with us stayed back at home nowadays. “May be he has got someone much more closer than we are to him”, said Ron. So one night Ron and me went to his place. It was clearly visible that Steve was not quite pleased by our presence. He greeted us with an uncomfortable smile. We sat for dinner. It was just three of us but we felt the presence of someone else there too. Suddenly I sensed a sweet fragrance, I asked Steve what fragrance was that, but he said, “ Fragrance? I smell nothing!” As soon as he finished saying that, a mild rush of air blew away the sweet fragrance.

After dinner we went to sleep. I could hardly sleep thinking about the fragrance. Suddenly at around midnight, Ron slipped into my room and told me Steve was not there in his room. Both of us came to the hall, we looked across the dimly lit corridor, but he wasn’t there too. Then we heard someone playing billiards in the basement. We went to see. We saw Steve playing, but surely he wasn’t alone. He was talking and smiling with someone we couldn’t see. We heard a female laughter. Steve looked happy and carefree like he was before. Suddenly Steve’s eyes feel on us. A gush of wind blew across our face and the room was quite again. Steve invited us to play with him, hesitantly!

It was nearly 2 A.M. I went back to my room. The next thing I remember was Ron calling me in the morning. While going back home we asked Steve about what was going on and that he can tell us all, but he said, “What are you guys talking about?” So we decided to leave. Just when I was about to open the front door, Ron asked me, “ Then whatever we felt and heard was just our misconception?” I answered, “Maybe.” Just at that moment, a female voice whispered into my ear “I AM HERE…….”  The feeling of fear slid down my throat like a cold steel blade taking my breath away!

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