#3 That first call
Today… my ego got the better of me.
In my anger, I almost said things I shouldn’t have said…
At least, not to my family.
If you really think about it… how fragile is a man’s ego?
We’re ready to destroy our oldest and closest relationships… just to satisfy something we call “ego.”
When ego speaks, the brain shuts down.
And I’m like that too…
But not when it comes to her.
She had a hold on me…
My thoughts, my heart… even my ego.
Every part of me bows down to her.
Oh… I’m off topic again. Let’s continue the story.
After our conversation in the bus, she went home… and I went to the hospital for my night shift.
That night, I decided to call her.
But first… I texted her.
“Hey”
She replied, “Hello.”
We had a small, sweet conversation… and then I asked,
“Can I call you?”
She seemed a little nervous…
Well, to be honest, so was I.
She told me her surroundings might be a bit noisy.
I said, “I’ll manage.”
After a five-minute pause…
She finally said I could call.
Her number was already dialed…
I just had to press call.
She: “Hello…”
Me: “Hii…”
She said my voice wasn’t clear, maybe because of the network.
So I went to the hospital’s first-floor stairs — a place almost no one uses — just to talk to her peacefully.
And then… we talked.
Both nervous… both excited.
Slowly, we got comfortable.
We talked about college…
About how nervous she was about everything…
Especially the fresher’s party — how much she wanted to skip it.
I told her I understood exactly how she felt.
Because once, I felt the same…
And skipping my fresher’s party became my biggest regret of first year.
I told her I’d help her in any way I could.
I tried to convince her…
But she smiled it off and changed the topic.
And just like that… we kept talking.
Till 1 AM.
Then she went to sleep.
That night… I couldn’t focus on my hospital duties at all.
But I didn’t regret it.
Not even a bit.
I was happy…
No… I was beyond happy.
At that moment, I might have been the happiest person on the planet.
Days passed…
And we started talking more.
Frequently.
All the time.
In the bus…
In college (as long as no one disturbed us)…
Even on calls…
Late-night calls…
Her calls became the reason I woke up every morning.
Oh… I loved her morning calls.
Her voice was the first thing I heard after waking up.
What more could I ask from life?
I might have even started believing in God.
And the best part?
I never had to call her first.
She did it.
Every time.
She never even gave me the chance.
And somehow… that made me feel like I truly meant something to her.
We talked till 1… sometimes 2 AM.
No matter how much we talked… it never felt enough.
At this point… we felt inseparable.
Sharing everything became our daily routine.
I felt like I had finally found the person I needed… to be happy.
I thought… I could live with her forever.
When she got angry, she would tell me to shut up…
Even scold me…
Like she owned me.
And strangely… I liked it.
Oh boy…
I really was an idiot.
I started believing she was my future.
That I would make her mine.
No matter what it took…
Even if I had to fight gods or demons…
I would make her mine.
I couldn’t even imagine a life without her.
And that’s when I made a decision…
I was going to tell her everything.
how I feel about her .
part — 3 comming soon
