Chapter 2
1175 Words
Trisha's Pov:
I know he’s flirting with me.
I’ve thought about avoiding his messages, but somehow, I can’t resist him either.
Simbu: Hi, sorry about yesterday. Are you still mad at me?
Trisha: It’s okay. But you should know, I studied in a women’s college, so it’s not easy for me to accept your, well… mean talks.
Simbu: Oh, is that so? I’m really happy to know this. So, you studied in a women’s college and don’t have a boyfriend?
Trisha: Yes, but what’s so great about that?
Simbu: Nothing, baby. Just leave it.
Trisha: Baby?! Seriously, Simbu?
Simbu: Okay, sorry, baby.
Trisha: You’ve got some nerves flirting with me like this, Simbu.
Simbu: Maybe I haven’t even started yet. If you wish, we could explore some adventures together.
Trisha: Adventures? I love adventures!
Simbu: It’s more like grown-up adventures, baby. Like talking about… grown-up stuff.
Trisha: I swear, if I ever fly to New Zealand, I’ll beat you up.
Simbu: I’d gladly take that from your beautiful hands, baby.
Trisha: Okay, stop it now.
Simbu: No way.
Trisha: Fine, chat alone then. I’m leaving.
Simbu: Baby, please. It’s common at this age to have these kinds of conversations. There’s nothing wrong with it.
Trisha: It’s not about right or wrong. I’m just not interested.
Simbu: Okay, zip.
Trisha: My cousin told me you’re an introvert. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry at that.
Simbu: You have to believe her. I am an introvert when it comes to others. But not with you.
Trisha: What kind of introvert are you? In our first chat, you asked me about… feelings like that.
Simbu: Baby, from day one, I’ve felt like you’re the one.
Trisha: What?
Simbu: Nothing, baby. Forget I said that. Maybe your cousin was wrong, and you’re right.
I was confused but didn’t want to show it. I replied with a plain smile and ended the conversation. But my mind refused to settle.
Is he just flirting with me? Am I wrong about him?
I couldn’t help but think about Shelly. She’s just as beautiful as me—maybe even more. Why would Simbu choose me over her?
Shelly seemed like the perfect choice for him. She was going to New Zealand to study, while I was miles away. Long-distance relationships rarely work, especially with modern guys who seem to prioritize… physical attraction.
Yet, here he was, choosing me. Why me?
That thought lingered all morning. He didn’t message, which only added to my confusion. Maybe he was busy, or maybe he was upset with me.
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Evening
It was Shelly’s treat tonight. I was busy packing a gift for her—a handbag I had bought online—when my phone beeped.
Simbu: Hi.
Simbu: What are you doing?
Trisha: Getting ready for a party.
Simbu: Am I disturbing you?
Trisha: No, nothing like that. (Though honestly, his thoughts were already disturbing me.)
Simbu: Okay, ping me once you’re back from the party.
Trisha: Okay, bye.
I hurried out, grabbed my scooty, and reached Domino’s. Shelly, Mahi, Priyas, and Ammu were already there.
“Hey, Trisha, you’re looking gorgeous, my lady,” Mahi said, as annoyingly as ever.
I gave him a plain smile and sat next to Ammu.
The evening was full of laughter and chatter. Mahi and Priyas were the ultimate jokers, ensuring there was never a dull moment. By the time I got home, it was late.
When I parked my scooty, I noticed my mom waiting for me in the living room. She was clearly trying to stay awake.
I sat down on the sofa and asked her for green tea to detox—too much junk food tonight. While sipping my tea, my phone buzzed with notifications. Mahi had already uploaded pictures from our evening and tagged all of us.
Scrolling through the pictures, I smiled, double-checking to make sure I looked good in all of them.
“Go to sleep without scrolling too much,” my mom called out.
I went to my room, refreshed, and changed into a knee-length tee before lying down.
Just as I was about to drift off, my messenger beeped. It’s him—Simbu.
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Messenger Chat
Simbu: Hi.
Trisha: Hi, I just got back home.
Simbu: Nice pictures. I’m scrolling through them now.
Curious, I went back to the pictures to see if I looked good.
Simbu: Blue suits you. You look stunning in all the photos.
Simbu: I wish I could see how you breathe when you smile like that.
I gulped, trying to think of a reply. Before I could type anything, he sent another message.
Simbu: I’m tired of typing. Shall we video chat?
Trisha: Okay.
Simbu: Seriously? I’m calling now.
I smiled and slid the answer button.
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Video Call
Trisha’s POV:
He was staring at me without blinking, his gaze steady and intense.
“What are you staring at?” I asked, breaking the silence.
“You,” he replied softly.
I smiled nervously. “What?”
“Why did you change your blue dress?” he asked.
“I was getting ready to sleep, so I changed into my PJs,” I said.
“Can you push your hair back a little? It’s hiding the view.”
I laughed, tucking my hair behind my ear. “What view?”
“Your curves,” he said, his voice low.
I looked away, trying to hide my blush.
“Trisha,” he whispered.
“Yes?”
“Why don’t you talk about something and distract me?”
“Distract you from what?” I asked, though I already knew.
“From your body… from my mood swings… from my thoughts,” he admitted honestly.
I widened my eyes, stunned by his boldness.
“Okay, what were you doing all day?” I asked, trying to change the subject.
“Watching a movie on Netflix,” he said.
“What movie?”
“Fifty Shades Freed.”
I smirked. “Nice movie. I watched it last week.”
“Really? What’s your favorite scene?” he asked, his gaze locking with mine.
I grinned. “The yogurt scene.”
He chuckled. “Do you like that kind of… lovemaking?”
“Maybe,” I replied, smiling mischievously.
His eyes trailed down my neck.
“Where are you looking?” I asked, laughing.
“Not my fault. It’s your damn tee’s fault,” he said playfully.
I laughed, pulling my t-shirt upward. “Better now?”
“Why don’t you pull it a little downward?” he whispered.
I froze, then laughed helplessly. “Do you think we’re there yet?”
“Yes, I think so,” he replied, his gaze unwavering.
I smiled. “Enough for today. We’ll talk later.”
He frowned. “Okay. I know if I push further, you’ll hang up. That’s why I was trying to control myself.”
“Goodnight, Simbu,” I said, ending the call. But even after the call ended, I could feel the heat in the air.
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