The Right Wrong Number✨

♡ Chapter - 2 ♡

By 10:00 p.m., she was home, in her PJs, blanket burrito mode activated, scrolling through her phone while snacking on Maggi straight from the pan.

Ping.

A random message popped up.

"Maa, kal pehla match hai. Dar lag raha hai thoda."

She blinked. Unknown number.

Definitely not anyone's mom. 

And her mom's texts were all in full caps and usually passive-aggressive reminders about rishtas.

Still, this one was... oddly sweet?

She raised an eyebrow. Then smirked.

"Wrong number. But good luck, stranger." She replied.

She chuckled and tossed the phone aside, not expecting a reply.

Ping.

"Thanks. Maybe your good luck will work better than mine."

She stared.

"Oh, so we're texting now?" she muttered to herself, eyes twinkling. "How delightfully risky."

She clicked on his profile. No photo. Just a basic number.

Could be a creep. Could be a cult member. Could also be a poor soul who needed a serotonin dealer.

Mira was nothing if not chaotic-good.

She cracked her knuckles. Ab mazaa aayega.

Mira:
Tell me you're not a serial killer or a guy who thinks "Netflix and chill" is a personality.

Stranger:
I'm not a serial killer. But I do enjoy Netflix. Does that disqualify me?

Mira:
Only if you watched "Emily in Paris" unironically.

Stranger:
I don't even know what that is. Does that help?

Mira:
Slightly. Alright, mystery boy. You may live... for now.

She grinned.

For now. She mean't that ehehe!

It had been a long time since someone talked to her without an agenda, without knowing her perfectly curated Insta persona.

And he was... low-key funny.
Weird. But funny.

As the night went on, their chat turned into a thread of rapid-fire texts.

She sent him memes-mostly unhinged, mildly threatening ones.

He sent back dry, confused reactions, which to be practical only encouraged her.

He told her he was nervous about tomorrow but didn't say why.

She told him she once cried over a broken pani-puri and had no regrets.

He didn't talk like a guy trying to flirt.
She didn't talk like a girl trying to impress.

It was... oddly refreshing.

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Later that night - Arjun's POV

I stared at my phone, blinking at the last meme she sent-some weird penguin dancing with the caption "me after ruining my own life and vibing anyway." 

Then she even sent a "CHILL." message.

I didn't get it.

I didn't need to.

For the first time in weeks, maybe I was smiling

And just like that, I dozed off

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Mira's POV-

"This guy better not turn out to be a catfish." I muttered and started humming again

Wait.

"But like, even if he is... at least he's got meme taste."

I hit send on one final text:

"Sleep well, mystery man. Don't dream of ducks with knives." That followed a long story....

I fell asleep grinning maybe? But why the hell I'm grinning?

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