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He panicked, He prayed, He hoped that she was safe!

"I've got a long day ahead," he sighed.
He checked her last seen. It hadn't changed since yesterday.
"Argh!" He sat upright in his bed, pulled his not so long hair and buried his face in the pillow.
It was going to be a long, dark, night.
Her phone was not reachable; her best friends were not her best friends anymore.
Her parents stopped answering his calls long ago.
He panicked, he prayed, he hoped that she was safe.
His heart beat rhymed with the only other sound, his ticking bed side alarm, set at 5:00 AM.
Staring into the void of the night with sudden flashes of her blurry images, he sat in silence.
3:47 AM;
His phone screen flashes with her name.
Grabs it immediately, "Hello?"
"Hello, I'm sorry! Please let me explain..."
"Are you okay?" he asked, curiously.
"No no, I am totally fine. My phone just died & I couldn't find a charger. I crashed at a colleague's place and left my phone there; I'm sorry...hello?"
"I was worried. I have an important presentation tomorrow, I haven't slept," he was cut off.
"I'm getting late for work; can I call you in the evening?"
"Sure. Take care, have a nice day," he hung up and smashed his phone against the wall.

4:00 AM;
Someone knocks on his door frantically.
"God! What now?" he walked towards the door half asleep.
Door knob clicks open.
"Surprise! Happy Birthday!" she hugs him.
"Am I dreaming? What are you doing in India?" he hugged her in disbelief and confusion.
"I know I am four hours late; my connecting flight got delayed. I wanted to surprise you, sorry for being so mean over the phone," she hugged him.
"Are you insane? You travelled all the way from Melbourne to wish me on my birthday?" he asked, astonished.
"Believe me when I say that I am ready to do anything for you," she winked.
"And that's why you're the best thing that's ever happened to me," he broke into a bright smile.

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