The Charm Was Back

"The fuck, it all started with a friend request." Smoke fumes were around him. 3 cigarette buds were already on his table, and 4th one was going to be soon.

He was scared. "I know she'll accept, but will this work, this time?"

The last 6 months were a mess for him. Pratap's was obsessed with the thoughts of his ex- girlfriend. He was dumped, happens with many others.

As a writer, he had already filled up a diary with his obsessive thoughts referencing to his ex. People were liking his blogs, as he always presented them with name changed characters, people never knew that the story was his own.

Few days before:

Having chai and cigarette were Pratap's favorite snack. 6 PM in the evening, a beautiful voice was in his ears.

"Hey Pratap, got to know from others.... that you are writing blogs. And yup, everyone is praising your write ups!"

"I know Anisha. Well, what's up with you?

Have some tea." Pratap's deep tone was an aphrodisiac for many girls. He was known as the 'Beard- Man' of college. Not all, but some girls adored him.

"Thanks l, but no tea. But dude I haven't read your blogs and I need the links. I've sent you a friend request, right now. Hope I'll get the links soon!" Anisha left after the speaking the words. It was not the first time that someone had asked him for the links.

Pratap went to his room, accepted the request and sent her the links.

11 PM, and his phone pinged.

Anisha: Dude, that's really you writing this stuff!!!?? Damn. That was so good.

Pratap: Yup. That's me.

Anisha: You in the stories...or...the one who wrote the stories? Lol.

Pratap was numb.

Anisha: There, mate?

Pratap: Oh yeah, well... that's a secret. But I am the one who penned these down.

Was that a spark? Chats were up day and night. Pratap was feeling a bit happier than before. Atleast he could share what he was going through.

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4th Cigarette was finished. Now was the turn for fifth one. "But yesterday..."

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Chats were on.

Pratap: Dude, I want to give a Rose to a girl.

Anisha: Who? So the writer has some secret.

Pratap: I don't know to whom I'll give that. Will you take it?

That was a courageous drunk text from Pratap.

Anisha: Ohh...I don't know. I can't tell man. Isn't this early?

Pratap: Meet me day after tomorrow, 6 PM, outside the park. If I am joling, than we'll have some jokes and a cup of tea, but if I'll be having a rose, you'll have to accept it.

Anisha had goosebumps. Though she had started liking Pratap, but she was also afraid of relationships. Her last one was a mess too.

Anisha: See ya then. We'll meet.

No one one replied after this.

Pratap realised in the morning, what he had done. Those drunk texts were like crap to him.

He knew, that he liked Anisha, but he hadn't moved on. And the test was next day.

Events of 6 PM.

They were sitting together. No one spoke a word, but sipped their tea. Pratap was shaking.

The hand was in his pocket, and he smiled.

"You're joking Pratap. Right? I know you were drunk and all...but this? This is not the way dude. You created so much dilemma...I fuckin orgasmed while taking your name...what the fuck Prat.."

The rose was infront of her. She had to stop speaking.

"Let's take some time before we go that personal Anisha!"

After 6 months, the charm was back on his face. Anisha knew, that she can't reject this rose. She smiled, with a grin.

"Give me the rose. You know..."

'Girls, they can't shut themselves. Haha.' Were Pratap's thoughts, as he listened to her, forever.