…I Trapped Her

i trapped her

14 February
10:00 pm

Valentine Slam page
1. Name three things which you want to see in in your bf?
2. *With whom you want to fall in love?
3. What is your fantasy?
(* special attention)
And so on……. (I don’t remember all questions).That was the message I sent her in all in the mood nothing-gonna-be-wrong. She replied,” ………, “with my crush” and …….”respectively. (I also don’t remember the answers of the questions whichever I remember.)

We were playing truth and dare through sms. i usually play that with her because she always lose and i love that.

“Ask your question. It will decide the level of game,” I messaged her.

“Who is your last crush?” she started with the most common first question in t&d.

“I was expecting this but as a matter of fact you knew her name.” (She actually knew).

“k..then your turn next.” She replied. As if she had completed the formality of setting the level indeed. Although I was expecting the question but wasn’t aware of this kind of feedback of my answer. She was playing like professionals. No distraction. Concentrated on the game. I don’t think M.S. Dhoni had been such oriented while winning the world cup.

“k. Who is your latest crush?” I simply followed the level set by her with no anticipation. But however, it turned too big to her. She quit in just second question.

“Abhishek I can’t answer this,” she could manage herself to write this. Although I was not so anticipated with my question yet somehow, it turned into a tricky one. First time I smelt something wrong.

“Why, what happened?” flood gates were wide enough to flow out my testosterone and I started bombarding question after question and every time she denied. Few more smashes and she verbalized my name which I had sensed earlier. But one thing still makes me amazed. That’s fine I asked her to play t&d but who said that play it fairly?

But anyway she did what she could. Now it was my turn because that was nothing. Main attack had to be come into action when I asked, ”what about 2nd question of slam page?” I had trapped her.

“We’ll talk tomorrow”, message came after 15 minutes.

WHT ABT 2ND QU.,” I repeated. I don’t know what was she thinking? But I was in the sense of achievement.

We’ll talk tomorrow na.” she also repeated with 1 extra ‘na’.

“Does she need time? May be she does. She is a shy girl and not so spontaneous so perhaps she needs time to prepare her script to re-grip the situation. But my trap is too big to get rid of that. haha..” With all these thoughts i granted her time. “k… but please clear all this.” I sent this and got into my blanket. It was about 12 o clock and valentine day was lasted successfully.

Next day, i woke up and before that i could open my eyes i looked my cell which was flashing one message. It was her. It came at 3:00am. Four words were glowing in it. I LOVE YOU Abhishek.

Disclaimer: All the characters and incident of this story are completely fictitious. Resemblance to any person living or dead or any incident is purely coincidental. :p


3 thoughts on “…I Trapped Her”

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