Wrong Number.. Right Person...
It was night time…
The room was completely silent. Books and notes were scattered on the table.
Sanjay was busy searching for study material on his phone.
As he was scrolling, a WhatsApp notification popped up.
A message from an unknown number: “Hello…!”
Sanjay was a little surprised.
“Who is this? Looks like a new number?” he thought, and opened WhatsApp.
He checked the profile picture…
It was a girl, her face partially covered with her hair.
After thinking for a moment…
“Unknown number… probably a wrong message” he thought, and ignored it without replying.
After one hour… a WhatsApp notification popped up again.
A message from the same number: “You saw the message but didn’t reply?”
Now Sanjay felt a bit curious then he replied: “Hi… do you know me?”
An instant reply came: “Yes… you are Roshan, right? My schoolmate?”
Sanjay smiled and replied: “I am Sanjay. Not Roshan.”
After a short gap, a reply came: “Oh… sorry. It might be a wrong number.”
Sanjay was about to close the chat…
But he stared at the screen for a few seconds… and started typing again.
Sanjay: “Wrong number… but the conversation feels right...”
After a few seconds… a reply came: “Haha nice line… but still wrong person...”
Sanjay smiled and replied: “Okay… but now that the chat has started… doesn’t it feel like a waste to stop here?”
Girl: “Do you talk like this with everyone… or am I a special case?”
Sanjay: “Depends… you are searching for Roshan… I’m just passing time..”
Girl: “Haha…”
Sanjay: “Your DP looks nice… is your name Apsara?”
Girl: “No… my name is Priya.”
Sanjay: “I’m enjoying this conversation… ‘Wrong Number Priya’”
Priya: “Wrong Number Priya? Seriously?”
Sanjay: “Okay okay… ‘Right Number Priya’”
Priya: “This is better”.. “Okay Mr. Almost Right Number… it’s late. Good night..”
Sanjay: “Good night, Wrong Number Priya...”
A little silence… the conversation slowly faded....The phone screen turned off…
Two days passed…
Afternoon time. Sanjay was working in the office when a WhatsApp notification came.
Again… the same number.
Priya: “Hello… am I still a wrong number?”
Sanjay (smiling): “Now you feel like the right person...”
Priya: “Haha… this busy person still remembers me?”
Sanjay: “Some mistakes can’t be forgotten… like this wrong number....”
The conversation started again…
Priya: “Okay… tell me about you. What do you do?”
Sanjay: “I’m working in small firm and preparing for Mass Communication. My dream is to work in the media field.”
Priya: “Oh nice… which college?”
Sanjay: “OU… preparing through distance".... “And you? Still searching for Roshan?”
Priya: “Haha… very funny… I’m doing final year degree.”
Sanjay: “Oh final year… nice. What’s your next plan?”
Priya: “I’m a bit confused… Should I do MBA? Or start a job? I don’t have clarity.”
Sanjay: “I’ll tell you simply… if possible… do a job while doing MBA.”
Priya: “Why like that?”
Sanjay: “Experience + studies together have more value. And you’ll become financially independent too.”
Priya: “Hmmm… I’ll think about it.”
That conversation slowly moved into a meaningful direction… Now between them, it was not just fun anymore…
Understanding began.
They started sharing their thoughts likes and dislikes with each other… Words were small… But emotions became deep.
One day, Sanjay asked: “Priya… shall we meet?”
A little silence…
Priya: “Not now… I’ll tell later.”
Sanjay: “Okay… whenever you are comfortable.”
Priya: “Sometimes I feel scared whether I can manage MBA or not…”
Sanjay: “Fear is normal… but not trying will hurt more"... "Don't worry I will guide you"..
Priya: “You are the first person who gave me clarity.”
Sanjay: “Sometimes we already know the answer… we just need a little push.”
Slowly…Sanjay became a guiding person for Priya…
For Priya… he became a comfort place.
First they met like unknown persons...then friendship… slowly… friendship turned into care.. Care slowly started turning into feelings....
Without realizing…Both of them became an important part of each other’s lives. Small memories but all happy moments…Months passed like that…
Till now, they never saw each other…Only calls and messages…
One day… Sanjay went to a grocery shop which was located in his community.
There was an argument at the billing counter…
A customer was shouting loudly over a small issue.
The situation got heated… That customer tried to hit the shop owner... Sanjay stepped forward.
Sanjay: “Brother… reacting like this for a small issue is not right.”
He calmly handled the situation..The customer paid the bill and left.
Owner: “Thanks, boy… don’t know what would have happened if you weren’t here.”
Sanjay: “It’s okay, uncle…”
Sanjay smiled and left after buying his things.
That same night…
Priya messaged: “Something happened in our shop today…”She explained everything.
“That person seemed like a really good guy… even dad was impressed.”
Sanjay smiled silently.
Sanjay: “Was he wearing a black t-shirt and blue jeans?”
Priya: “Yes… how do you know?”
Sanjay: “That person… is me.”
Priya: “Really? You’re not joking, right?”
Sanjay: “I’m telling the truth… see destiny… I asked to meet, but destiny made us see each other like this.”
Priya: “Yes… it feels so strange. See all this time we lived in the same community… saw each other… but I didn’t know you are Sanjay… and you didn’t know I am Priya...
Which block are you in?”
Sanjay: “I live in B Block.”
Priya: “What?? I also live in B Block! Which floor?”
Sanjay: “15th floor.”
Priya: “Ours is 3rd floor…”
“I can't wait to see you. Tomorrow we are meeting at coffee shop at 11 am.. Confirm.”
Next day…
A small cafe… First time Priya and Sanjay face to face meeting…
Sanjay: “Hello… Wrong Number Priya?”
Priya: “Hi… Almost Right Person Sanjay?”
Their love began. After that, there wasn’t a single day they didn’t meet.
A “wrong number” message…Brought two hearts together.
Priya completed her degree and joined MBA, Sanjay joined his dream job in media.
The End...
"Sometimes wrong turns create the right destinations.
Some connections feel accidental… But they become lifelong bonds…That’s destiny.”
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