Hello all and this is latest story. So, bear with me if there are any mistakes and also feel free to give opinions after going through it.
Before jumping into the story, let me briefly about myself. For the purpose of this story let me call myself Praven. I am currently 25 from Bangalore and during the time of this story I was 23 and working in Chandigarh. Also, the heroine of the story, let’s call her Manasa.
She was a year and a half younger than me and also she was my far cousin. But since we both had our childhood in Bangalore, our families regularly met. But since our childhood, I always had a bit of an inferiority complex towards her because she was my very first crush and her family was very well off compared to ours. She also used to be the center of attraction in all family functions. So, I always kept my distance from her.
During our college days, she went to a different city for her education and after my graduation, I landed a good job in Chandigarh and moved here. So, in between, we had a good 4-5 years where we never met each other. Now, getting into the story.
It was already a year and a half that I moved to Chandigarh and I was enjoying my best time away from home and responsibilities. I had a girlfriend here who was also pursuing her final year of graduation during the time of this incident. (I’ll tell my girlfriend’s story some other time.)
Coming from the south part of India, it was very hard to get used to the local food. Luckily, I was an average cook, so I used to cook my own food here for that reason and also for a bit of privacy, I moved to a 1 bhk apartment very early.
One fine afternoon when I was in my office, I got a call from my grandmother saying Harsha uncle (Manasa’s father) needed to talk to me.
Once he got on the phone, we greeted each other and then he started explaining to me that Manasa was going on a girls’ trip to Manali, but also had some research work in Chandigarh.
So, she would be staying there after her trip for a couple of weeks and got to know it was my grandmother who was insisting I host her. So, when Harsha uncle asked me, I said no problem and I would coordinate with Manasa regarding it.
After the call, I took some time to calm myself and thought of what happened just then. It was just unbelievable. I gave myself a bit of time and waited for some time expecting Manasa’s call or message. But once an hour passed, I was very anxious so decided to text her and send her a WhatsApp.
Me: Hi Manasa, how are you doing? Harsha uncle just called and said you are coming to Chandigarh and asked me to co-ordinate with you regarding your plans and timing. Let me know the details.
After some time, I got her reply –
Manasa: Hi, Rahul Anna. I am doing good. Yes, I am coming to Chandigarh for a trip and some research work. I will call you in the evening with all the details. Bye.
Me: Bye.
I went home early that day and waited for her call. As expected around 4.30, I got her call and she explained to me her plans. She and her 3 more friends would come to Chandigarh around 7 in the morning which was a Thursday. They had their bus to Manali at 11 the same day and they planned to spend the next 3 days in Manali with her friends.