Wrong Number, Right Love

Late one evening, Riyan was about to put his phone on silent when it suddenly buzzed. A message from an unknown number flashed on the screen.

📩 "Hey, I reached safely. Thanks for dropping me home. 😊"

Riyan frowned. He hadn’t dropped anyone home. He stared at the message for a moment, then replied:

📩 "I think you’ve got the wrong number."

A few seconds later, another message popped up.

📩 "Oh no! I’m so bad at saving contacts. My bad! Sorry for disturbing you."

He chuckled. It was rare to receive a wrong-number text that wasn’t a scam or a boring mistake. He decided to reply.

📩 "No worries. At least now you know you reached safely. 😆"

📩 "Haha, right! By the way, my name is Tia. And you?"

📩 "Riyan. Nice to meet you, stranger."

What started as an accidental message soon turned into something more. They continued chatting that night, laughing over silly things. Tia was funny, sarcastic, and full of energy, and before Riyan knew it, he was looking forward to her messages.

A New Routine Begins

Days passed, then weeks. Their chats became a daily habit. Morning texts, late-night talks, voice notes filled with laughter—it all felt effortless.

One day, Riyan asked, "Do you ever wonder how crazy this is? We don’t even know each other, yet we talk like old friends."

Tia replied, "Maybe some connections don’t need logic, just feelings."

Riyan smiled. He had never met her, but somehow, he felt closer to her than most people he saw every day.

The First Call

One night, Tia sent a message:

📩 "I had the worst day ever. Can we talk?"

Without hesitation, Riyan called her.

"Hey..." he said as she picked up.

She sighed. "I can't believe I’m ranting to a guy I’ve never met."

"Go ahead," he said. "I’m a great listener. Comes with the wrong-number service."

Tia laughed, and just like that, their first call lasted hours.

The Proposal to Meet

One day, Tia texted:

📩 "What if we meet in real life?"

Riyan hesitated. Would meeting change everything? What if she was different from how he imagined?

📩 "Are you sure? What if I turn out to be a total weirdo?"

📩 "I already know you’re weird. Let’s meet."

Finally, they decided on a quiet café, a place that felt like "them"—casual, comfortable, and warm.

The Twist

Riyan arrived first, slightly nervous. His heart pounded as he scanned the café. Then, he saw a girl walking in, looking around.

His eyes widened. Tia wasn’t a stranger at all.

She was the girl from his college, the one he had secretly admired for years but never had the courage to talk to.

Tia froze too. She recognized him.

A slow smile spread across her face. She walked up to him and said, "Well, I guess it wasn’t a wrong number after all."

Riyan laughed, still in disbelief. "Maybe some connections don’t need logic, just feelings."

And just like that, what started as a random text became the most beautiful coincidence of their lives.

— 🌸✨ The End ✨🌸 —

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