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At The Stroke Of Midnight…

At the stroke of midnight I heard a gunshot.

You know who made the gunshot? My brother’s phone. He was too busy snoring to listen to it.
The name flashed Vaani. I picked up the phone.

“Hello” the person on the other hand continued without letting me say anything.
“I need to talk to you. I am sorry for calling you this, and this is not the perfect way or medium of speaking at this moment, but I really need to talk to you.”
And I found it really necessary to interrupt because whom she wanted to speak was fast asleep.

“Hello ummm Vaani, Aksh is sleeping and if it is necessary I can wake him up. You want me to…?”
“No, No, I am sorry. I will call him later”
“Sure?”
“Yes. Sorry again, Good night” she hung up(may be disappointingly)

I shrugged and left the phone back in its place. The ringtone still frightened me.

The next morning I asked him to change his ringtone first. I could visualize the incident at which he laughed heartily.

I was curious to know why the girl called that late. What was so important that couldn’t be kept for the next day.
I sat beside when Aksh called her.
“What?” I asked
“Nothing. She wants to meet. She’ll tell the rest then.”
“So are you going?”
“You don’t want me to?”
“No, its not like that. I am just asking you.”
“Yes, I am going. Don’t worry I’ll let you know whatever it is”
And he left me, curious.

He came back. I knew he was walking with numerous thoughts within. I jumped to the point.
“What is the matter?”
“Do not over-react.”
“Alright.”
“She proposed me.” He blushed. My mouth widened.
“And?” I asked
“She was on her knees and I was so touched. She lessened my work. I still can’t imagine a girl proposing a guy. In front of the whole college, it needs guts.”
“What did you say?”
“Of course, Yes.”
“Just because she proposed?”
“No. It was going to happen one or the other day. Just never expected from her”
“So, you love her and you never said it to me?”
“I never told it to her too.”
“Yes, but I… alright forget it. What next?”
“What?”
“You got  to tell mom-dad”
“Planning my murder?”
“Don’t think that way. You never know what can happen. May be they will agree, may be not”
“Its too early, isn’t it?”
“You’ll have to, today or tomorrow”
There was someone on the door.
Mom. ‘Did she hear it all?’ I thought. ‘If yes, half the work done.’
“Did you see my spectacles ?”
“No, ma.” I wanted to laugh. And as mom left, both of us did.

He was well equipped for the world war. I was so surprised that he came out without being injured. I thought he might have not said what he went for. But I was wrong.
Vaani’s parents accompanied Vaani to make his troubles lesser and lesser.

Not the trouble-maker but the problem-solver became Aksh’s life.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

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This entry was posted on August 17, 2013 by in Fiction.

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