THE WRONG NUMBER

A/N- The whole story is narrated by Karishma. It is a short story of a few parts.

"Year 2022, Cheers to life! Hamari nayi posting, mahila police thaana mein as a Sub InSpector. Duty ka pehla din tha aur thak gaye hum...! Magar bahot accha laga, matlab hamari pichli posting ki tarah ajeeb log nahi hain. Do constables hain jo kuch bhi bakaiti karte hain ...ek head constable hain, Pushpa ji, she is a sweet lady. Ek hi din mein maa waali feeling aayi hume unke kareeb reh kar. Ek kaidi, billu champat. Ek hi din mein parivaar waala rishta bana liye hum.

Vaise parivar ke maamle mein hamara kismat bahot hi kharab raha hai.... Hamara family Kanpur mein hai, hum Bachpan se hi police officer banne ka sapna liye huye thy aur sabhi iske khilaaf thy. Par asli bijli toh tab giri jab unhe hamare preferences ke baare mein pata laga that I'm into girls. Bahot hungama hua, rona dhona hua, tv serial waala, Bollywood movies waala, har type ka drama humein hamare hi ghar mein dekhne Mila. Phir bahot hi soch vichaar ke baad sab is conclusion mein aaye ki humari shaadi Kara deni chahiye aur hamare sar se ye bhoot utar jayega... As if hamare oopar kisi chudail ka saaya hai!

Phir humein Ninja plan apnana pada...apni hi shaadi mein, dulhan ke outfit mein sports shoes pehen kar bhaage thy hum.. Aur tab se, na hi un logo ne hume contact karne ki koshish ki na hi humne unhe...!

Oh hum toh baaton baaton mein kaafi aage aa gye...!

Hmm toh seedhi Saadi hamari normal si life mein twist tab aata hai jab ek din hume, hamare personal number par ek phone call aaya jab hum thaane mein thy. "

"Kaun bol Raha hai?" She asked.

"Nia I'm really sorry hum hamari date ke baare mein bhool gye...it just slipped off my mind. Bahot kuch chal raha tha hamare dimag mein...tumhe pata hai hamari ammi kaisi hain... Aur phir Rahul made me drink and I was so high. But baby i was only thinking about you even when I was drunk."

She was only hearing the voice. She wanted her to continue speaking and should never stop. The voice was so melodious like a bird was singing a song in her ears. With an open mouth, she was just feeling the voice like a soft, beautiful and soothing music.

She should have told the person that it's a wrong number but her heart just didn't want to.

"Nia...hello...jawaab kyun nahi de rahi tum..." The person's voice brought her back to her senses.

Meanwhile, Pushpa ji and Santosh gathered around her table to ask her about the matter.

"Ye kisi Nia ka phone number nahi hai...wrong number!" She said and was going to touch the red button but a part of her heart wanted to listen that voice again.

The person on the other side checked the number and realized her fault, "I'm really very sorry! Humein laga ye..."

"It's okay" she answered, nervously and the call was disconnected.

"Kiska call tha Karishma ji?" Pushpa ji asked her.

"Pata nahi...koi lady thi...wrong number tha...aap dono apna apna kaam kijiye jaa kar" She answered.

The day passed and night came. She was still in the influence of that voice. That melodious sound. The music to her ears. She wanted to hear that voice again but how could she talk to any random person. She wanted to remove her thought from her mind but it was getting difficult for her to concentrate on something else when the sound was still ringing in her ears.

"Santu suno ...tum ye number pata laga sakti ho kiske naam par registered hai?"

"Ji madam...10 minute dijiye muje"