MaYa
Wellknown Ace
Unfinished Yet Beutiful - 2 
It was a fine Friday night. She felt at ease finally, the weekend had arrived. Seeking some leisure, she entered the chat room. And there he was again. Their interactions had been brief so far... a few scattered “hi-bye” exchanges. Yet, tonight was different. He sat silently in his space, unmoved by the rush of conversations around him.
She busied herself with the wall chats, but her eyes kept wandering toward his presence. Would he text? Would he finally say something more? The minutes stretched into an hour. He remained quiet.
Unable to ignore the pull of curiosity, she took the first step. “Hi,” she typed.
“Helloo, Sugaanoo,” he replied.
She smiled. This was different. His words held a warmth that hinted at a deeper conversation ahead. They chatted for a while, slipping into an easy rhythm. But her heart was restless. She wanted more than just fleeting texts. She wanted to hear his voice, to feel the presence of his thoughts beyond typed words.
"I would like to have a casual talk with you," she said, her curiosity pushing forward. "Sound kelkkan thonnunnu."
He chuckled. “Pinnentha, njan ID tharam.”
His response caught her off guard. She hadn't expected him to agree so easily. Yet, without hesitation, she took his ID and reached out beyond the chat room.
Unaware of where this was leading, she typed, “Hi, can I call?”
A moment of suspense. Then, his reply: “Okay.”
The call connected, and their voices met for the first time. They spoke without revealing their personal lives, no names, no identities, just thoughts and emotions laid bare. He was careful with his words, mindful of their weight. She, on the other hand, was spontaneous, free spirited. He never offered false hopes, never painted illusions of love. He was clear about his beliefs, his view of life and emotions.
She, in her confidence, told him, “I’m not the kind of person who gets attached easily. I’ve spoken to many souls here. I know how to control my mind.”
He only smiled.
The conversation deepened. They spoke of dreams, imaginations, a world beyond their reality. She found herself drawn to the depth of his thoughts, the way he saw things differently. Slowly, the night wrapped them in its quiet embrace, and they drifted into a space where only their voices existed.
As silence stretched between them, something else began to grow. A craving, not just for words but for something more. It wasn't love. It was something raw, something unspoken. Lust crept into their conversation, weaving its way between their words. And she let it.
She enjoyed the way he made her feel special, desired. His voice carried something she hadn’t realized she had been longing for. But exhaustion from a hectic day weighed heavy on her. Despite the intensity of their conversation, her body surrendered to sleep.
Even in slumber, a part of her knew, this night had changed something...
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