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TRAPPED - The Anxiety (Part 4)

Just like any other day, it was a busy day at the office. Basu was busy working on his desktop. But side by side, he was constantly checking his account. He was desperately waiting for a notification. But couldn't get any. Niyati was online but she didn't text him. Just by texting her first, Basu didn't want Niyati to catch his intension of a conversation. So ,just to make his presence felt, he liked a random photo of  Niyati and even commented on it.

Finally, his wait was over.Niyati replied.


"So, any specific reason to stay single?",asked Niyati.


The more he tried to avoid this question, the more Niyati was after him. So Basu finally decided to answer and end this. He started typing.


"Niyati, when I see relationships scattered around, I get scared. I fear that I might breakdown if I become the victim of it. I have seen years of relationship end in a blink of an eye.Yes, I agree it does not happen to everyone. But I fear that I might be the one. I just don't want to be the one. But I'm happy with what I have. I'm happy being single."


Basu completed typing but his face turned pale. His smile vanished somewhere.


"Being in a relationship is not bad as you think. A woman can change your life.", Niyati replied.

" A woman will change my life. Really?".

"Of Course, its rightly said that a woman is a homemaker. She can change a house into a home. So, I'm still suggesting you must start searching for one."

Basu was lost in a thought. He realised that he can be happy in his life and also he should be in a serious relationship.

 A moment of silence followed in the chatroom. Basu couldn't type anything except staring at the green dot on the screen.



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  1. Unknown4 March 2017 at 23:29

    A woman can not only change a house into home, but she can also make you feel your existence.

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  2. Unknown5 March 2017 at 00:36

    What happens the Next?

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  3. Unknown12 March 2017 at 23:09

    Woman is like water... can harvest anything... but at the same time... if taken fo granted than can destroy everything..

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  4. Unknown10 May 2017 at 04:11

    Da !! Mo snga pg ma basra mro breama research grea ra publish gre jsto xa 😂

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  5. Ruchi22 October 2017 at 05:06

    Gripping.... Please complete the story.... Next part is eagerly awaited..

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