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TRAPPED- The Friend Request (Part 2)

Days elapsed, months passed by. Now, Basu has his head above the water. He has successfully adjusted himself to the emptiness around and has mastered the skills in putting fake smiles to delude himself.

But, sometimes Bani's absence still hurt him. The pain is not so intense as before but now, it is like a needle that pricks. He remembers how he stepped to a girl, who gave meaning to his life. How their "best friends" tag changed into "beautiful couple". But everything changed after Bani left and now it doesn't matter at all.

After all these days, Basu convinced himself that he has moved on. Yes! Of course social networks helped him a lot- where he projected himself as an independent king of his own domain but in real he was just a rebuffed tycoon.

One day to his selfmade peaceful yet desolate realm, he receives an unpromted friend request. A friend request from a girl. He simply rejected the request.



Next morning, he receives another. But this time with a message - "Hi Basu, don't be so rude, just accept my request". To his surprise, he goes through her profile. He finds nothing except a display picture of mountain.So again, he rejects the request. This time he promptly receives a message- "How can a debate winner in college be this silent? " This made him to think for a while and it was at this moment he tried to figure out the name on the screen, it read a familiar name Niyati.
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  1. Unknown31 January 2017 at 01:52

    Nice one da

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  2. Unknown31 January 2017 at 06:16

    Good one da...

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  3. Unknown31 January 2017 at 22:43

    Catchy caption and a passionately hugging text. I am sure this is good enough to hold all the readers tightly and forcing all of them to meet Niyati, happily. I just met her... :)

    Grt job
    Proud of you.

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  4. Unknown31 January 2017 at 22:46

    Catchy caption and a passionately hugging text. I am sure this is good enough to hold all the readers tightly and force all of them to meet Niyati, happily. I just met her... :)

    Grt job
    Proud of you.

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  5. Vivek Pradhan1 February 2017 at 02:16

    Thank u everyone. Means a lot

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