It was a Sunday and Neha was home.

She giggled seeing the video and searched for Riya's chat. She typed 'Ri' and sent the video to her.

Look at what Prakash did!

She sent a message along and that's when her eyes fell on the chat name.

RINA MA'AM

Her eyes widened and she read the previous chats only to realise it was the wrong Rina mam. Umm-the wrong number.

She quickly selected the messages and pressed the delete button. Buttttttttt her hand slipped and she pressed Delete for me instead of Delete for everyone and groaned slumping back.

Why can't she do a simple thing properly. Her self cursing session came to an end when she heard her aayi calling her.

She had forgotten about the 'Deleted' messages when her phone pinged.

You named your dog Prakash!? Who in their right mind names a dog PRAKASH!?

Excuse me! Mai apne dog ko jo bhi naam du usse aapko koi matlab nhi hona chahiye. And by the way Prakash is the boy in the video.

(I may name my dog whatever and you shouldn't have any issue with it.(

You sent ME a video and I shouldn't have anything to do with it? Pehle toh tell me one thing. Ho kaun tum?

(First tell me one thing. Who are you?)

I sent it by mistake. Delete kr rhi thi but galti se I deleted it for myself only. And you don't need to know mai kaun hu.

(I was deleting but by mistake deleted it for myself only. I don't need to tell you who I am.)

Whatever!

Yeah! Whatever!

Neha rolled her eyed. How dare someone question her naming skills. She was an excellent namer. And how dare he call his dog Prakash. He had a pretty name.

"Koi baat nhi Ranga! Wo pagal aadmi tumhe nhi jaanta na."

(No issues Ranga! That mad man doesn't know you.)

She said and ruffled the dog's oh sorry Ranga's head and he woofed happily.

A few days have passed since Neha last had a conversation with the 'wrong number'.

Rihaan was sleeping peacefully when his phone rang. He looked at the time which read 4am and then at his phone.

Who was calling him so early? Tye number wasn't saved but he recognised it as the number which sent him the 'Prakash video'.

Why was this girl calling him now? Yeah! He had figured it out. By the way she talked he knew it was a she.

He shut his eyes and laid his head back as he took the call. But the next minute all sleep vanished from his eyes as he heard her broken whisper and sobs.

"Ri-Riya?..... the same.....dream."

She somehow whispered as if telling the supposed Riya the cause of her ragged breathing and Rihaan understood that she might have had a nightmare.

"Hello!"

He heard her gasp and then her soft apology.

"I am sorry..... Wrong number."

"Hey hey relax! Listen to me. Put the phone on the speaker."

He said softly. She stilled hearing his voice.

"Trust me on this. Please!"

She didn't know why but she complied. She put the phone on speaker and put it beside her.

"Have you heard about the butterfly hug? Cross your arms and put your palms on your shoulders."

He instructed and she did so. She curled up her knees to her chest.

"Now pat each of your palms one by one on theh shoulder. Yes! Just like that. Listen to me. You are safe. Whatever it is it cannot harm you anymore. You are perfectly fine. Relax. Take deep breaths."

His voice somehow calmed her and slowly she started drifting into slumber. Her eyes felt heavy and soon she was off.

Rihaan heard her soft breathing and realised that she had dozed off.

"Sweet dreams."

He muttered softly when he was sure she had slept and disconnected the call.

The following morning when Neha woke up she realised that she was still in the same position. She remembered the boy on the call - no it was the voice of a man. A deep, husky voice.

The voice that managed to calm her. No one has ever managed to except Riya and HIM. She was thankful to him and so she opened her phone and typed him a message.

Thank you so much for last night. And I am sorry for distributing your sleep.

Her phone pinged with a reply quickly.

That's okay. How are you feeling now?

I am fine now. Thank you.

Do you want to talk about it?

No.

Ok.

Neha didn't know why but she kept staring at the screen maybe waiting for what? For him to continue the conversation? She had no clue why?

And he did not disappoint.

So now that we have talked over phone why don't you tell me your name.

Neha raised her eyebrows and typed.

Talking over phone doesn't mean you are safe. Who knows if you are a stalker, psycho, serial killer or a rapist.

Meri awaaz sunke mai tumhe killer ya rapist lagta hu?

(You think I am a rapist or killer after listening to my voice?)

I can't judge people by their voices. And for your kind information a person who sounds sweet can also turn out to be a rapist Mr. Whatever.

Its Rihaan Vashishta. And I can assure you that I am none of the above mentioned.

Neha stopped typing and just looked at the message. Did he just very casually drop his name. And that too a name that he shares with her love.

Your name is Rihaan Vashishta? As in the singer, the hottie Rihaan Vashishta?

Rihaan laughed at how she mentioned him but typed mischeviously.

Kyu? Duniya mai sirf ek ho Rihaan Vashishta ho skta hai kya? And don't tell me you are one of his crazy fangirl who goes on declaring their love and proposes marriage to him

(Why? Can't there be other Rihaan Vashishta's in the world?)

He teased and waited for her reply. He was enjoying this now. He obviously wasn't going to tell her that he was The Rihaan Vashishta they were talking about.

But her next message left him surprised.

Yes I am. And there's nothing to be laughed off in this. I do not love him because of his looks or something. He had helped me heal.

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