Chapter 3
878 Words
It’s been a day, and there’s still no message from him.
This morning, Shelly left for New Zealand. Her words before leaving have been ringing in my ears ever since.
She told me that she had been interested in Simbu, but he always avoided her. When she mentioned that she was looking forward to meeting him in New Zealand, his reply was clear and sharp: “I’m often busy with my girlfriend, so we’ll meet sometime when I’m free.”
She said it felt like he was deliberately keeping his distance.
I didn’t know how to console her. All I could manage was, “You deserve much better, Shelly. Have a safe and happy journey.”
I sighed, staring at my phone. Still no message. Maybe he’s busy… with his girlfriend, as he said to Shelly.
I couldn’t shake off the nagging thought and decided to confirm it.
Trisha: Hi.
Simbu: Hi.
Trisha: Are you okay?
Simbu: Maybe not.
Trisha: What happened?
Simbu: I’m missing you badly. You’re all I’ve been thinking about.
Trisha: Me or my curves? What’s disturbing you more?
Simbu: Both.
Trisha: Pervert.
Simbu: Anything for you, baby.
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Video Call
Trisha’s POV:
It was quiet at home. My parents had gone out of town to attend my uncle’s funeral, so I was alone. On impulse, I decided to surprise Simbu with a call.
He answered quickly, a surprised smile lighting up his face.
“Hi, Simbu,” I said.
“Hi. Someone’s clearly been distracted by thoughts of me,” he teased, laughing.
I smirked. “I wanted to check how busy you are with your girlfriend. But I guess you’ve disappointed me.”
“Oh, you can see how busy I am with my girlfriend… in this video call,” he said with a mischievous grin.
I laughed, feeling both amused and flustered. “Finished your classes?” I asked, trying to change the subject.
“Yes,” he replied, his eyes still fixed on me.
I was wearing my usual t-shirt, but this time it was pink—a color I knew suited me well.
“What now?” I asked, noticing his lingering gaze.
In a low voice, he said, “Your neckline is deeper than last time. I can see your cleavage.”
I knew I’d worn it on purpose, but I hadn’t expected him to notice so quickly.
Smiling, I asked, “So, what are you expecting me to do? Pull my t-shirt downward or upward?”
He whispered, “Baby, better remove it. I want to see all of you—your curves, your soft skin.”
His words shocked me. I had expected flirtation, but not this level of intensity.
Still smiling, I asked, “What do you think? Will I do it or not?”
He frowned, his voice softer now. “I know you won’t do it.”
I surprised him—and myself—by removing my t-shirt.
His jaw dropped, and his shock quickly turned into a broad smile.
I was wearing a white tank top with attached cups underneath.
“You’re stunning,” he murmured, still staring.
Then, pushing his luck, he asked, “How about removing that too, baby? Please?”
I shook my head and replied firmly, “No way.”
“Please?” he begged. “At least a little lower?”
I gave him a warning look. “Are you going to stop, or should I cut the call?”
“Don’t,” he said quickly. “I won’t ask again.”
Even though he stopped asking, his eyes were still glued to my body.
“Your skin looks so bright under the white top, baby,” he said, almost in a whisper.
“Oh, really?” I replied, feigning indifference.
“Yes,” he said. “I long to bury my face in your neck and breathe in your scent.”
His words sent a shiver through me, a reaction I tried hard to hide.
“What about your parents? No one’s home, it seems,” he asked, his voice playful.
I smiled. “Yes, they’ve all gone out of town for a funeral.”
His grin widened. “Ah, so this is the reason behind my baby’s daring acts.”
This time, he laughed loudly, his voice filling the empty space around me.
The call stretched on, and at some point, I didn’t even realize when I had fallen asleep.
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When I woke up the next morning, the call was still active. Simbu was sleeping on the other side, his face peaceful and innocent.
I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. He looked so calm, so… perfect. His roughly trimmed beard framed his face, and the firm muscles of his arms hinted at his strength.
I found myself imagining what it would feel like to be wrapped in those arms, to rest my head against his chest. I even pictured kissing his lips and feeling the slight prickle of his spiky beard.
I shook my head, trying to shake off the wild thoughts. What am I even thinking?
But he looked so beautiful in his sleep. I stared at him for a moment longer, then quietly hung up the call before my imagination ran even further.
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