One evening, her landlord hosted a dinner party 🍽️, calling in his friends and family. As usual, the topic of marriage came up, and in the middle of the conversation, her landlord turned to his friend's wife, a mischievous glint in his eye 😏.
"You know, Bhauju," he said, "Somika here is the girl we've been talking about. You know exactly how wonderful she is. Now it's your turn to tell your friend and give her the contact details for our lovely Somika."
Somika raised an eyebrow 😒, half-expecting another round of matchmaking. But this time, her curiosity was piqued 👀.
Three days later, as if the universe had decided to nudge her a little 🌌, Somika received a message from Bhauju. She opened it, and there it was: a screenshot of a Facebook profile 📸. "This is the sister. Send her a friend request," the message read.
Somika frowned 🤔. Why was she sending a friend request to her, not her brother? It felt a little backwards.
But then, as she sat at her desk on her lunch break 🥪, a thought crossed her mind 💡. What if this was the sign she needed? With a sigh 😩, she shrugged and tapped the "send request" button. "Let's see what happens," she muttered, already picturing her awkward lunch-break dilemma turning into the next hilarious chapter of her life 📖.
The next morning, before the sun had fully stretched its arms over Watford 🌅, Somika's phone buzzed 📱. Groggily, she squinted at the screen, expecting the usual—spam emails, a sale alert from her favorite store 🛍️, or yet another job rejection to kick off her day 😓.
But no. This was different.
A message request. From him. 😳
The boy she'd been secretly wondering about for months.
"Hello," it read.
Just one word. Simple. Casual. Like it wasn't about to flip her morning upside down.
Somika's heart skipped. She already knew his name, so it wasn't hard to guess who he was. Smiling like an idiot, she typed back:
"Hello! Sanchae hunhunxa? (Are you okay?)"
Because what else do you say when the universe finally throws you a plot twist worth waking up for?
But suddenly, all the butterflies vanished 🦋💨 when his reply finally popped up during lunch:
"Sanchae chu." (I'm fine.)
That was it? After all that build-up? Somika stared at her phone, wondering if he actually wanted to talk or if this was just another half-hearted chat. He disappeared again, like a Netflix character mid-season, only to reappear in the evening with:
"If it's okay, can I call you? It's easier to talk that way." 📞
Cue the earthquake in her stomach 🌪️. Without missing a beat, she typed back:
"Oh hell yes!" 🙌
Because honestly, she was not the type to survive endless texting. Small talk in messages? Painful. Talking? Actually, hearing his voice? A full-blown disaster waiting to happen.
But a real conversation?
That, she could handle. PS: She absolutely could not. 💀🙃
His name lit up on her screen, and just like that, her heart did a backflip. And then... that voice.