It was afternoon. We bunked the classes that day. Ayaan and I sat in complete silence, our eyes locked on the phone screen. Ayaan’s fingers were hovering over the phone.
“Bro, I don’t think I should do this,” he said like pulling back slightly.
“You’ve already started. No backing out now,” I replied.
He exhaled sharply, then focused back on the phone. Moments ago, he had sent a bold yet harmless text to my mom from an unknown number. A playful compliment. Nothing too risky. Just enough to test the waters.
Unknown Number: “Hey, I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but I saw your picture on my phone… and I have to say, you are absolutely beautiful.”
Minutes passed by. The wait was something exciting.
Ayaan tapped his foot anxiously. “Dude, she will gonna find this weird. What if she doesn’t reply?”
“Trust me, she will”, I replied.
And then, mom replied.
Mom: “Oh? And who might this admirer be?”
Ayaan’s eyes widened. “Bro, she replied! And she’s flirting back?”
“Told you,” I said with smile.
Ayaan looked at me, “What now?”
“Keep it playful. Make her curious. But don’t overdo it.”
Ayaan hesitated before typing,
Unknown Number: “Just someone who couldn’t resist appreciating beauty. Hope that’s not a crime?”
A moment later, mom replied back,
Mom: “Flattery! won’t get you out of trouble, mystery man. But I’ll let you off the hook… if you give me a hint.”
Ayaan looked at me after reading. “She’s totally into this, bro. What if she finds out it’s me and gets mad?”
“She won’t. She’s not the strict, serious type. She loves playful teasing. Just go with it.”
Ayaan nodded and typed,
Unknown Number: “Hints ruin the mystery. But tell me, do you always look this stunning, or was it just that one picture?”
This time, she didn’t just reply. She sent a picture, a fresh one. She had just taken it. Ayaan’s breath hitched on receiving pic.
The photo was casual, she was wearing a simple kurti, her hair flowing over her shoulders in soft waves. It was effortlessly elegant about the way she smiled, confident yet amused.
“Dude… she actually sent a picture?” Ayaan whispered in disbelief.
I smirked. “Told you she plays along.”
Ayaan quickly typed,
Unknown Number: “That first picture didn’t do justice. You look… incredible.”
Mom: “Hah! Smooth talker. But I still don’t know who you are. Should I be worried?”
Ayaan smirked, feeling more confident. “I think I should tell her now.”
I nodded. “Yeah, do it.”
Taking a deep breath, he attached a casual selfie and hit send.
The screen stayed silent for a moment. Then mom replied,
Mom: “Ayaan?!?”
Ayaan’s heart skipped a beat. “Shit, bro. What if she gets offended.”
Another message popped up.
Mom: “You little brat! I should’ve known! And here I was thinking some mystery admirer had found me! You boys are crazy.”
Ayaan let out a nervous chuckle. “At least she’s laughing. That’s a good sign, right?”
“Very good,” I said.
Then,
Mom: “Alright, what are you two up to today? Just pranking people and bunking classes? or is this part of some new game?”
Ayaan smirked. “Let’s push it a little more.”
Ayaan: “Not a prank. Just… a new realization.”
Mom: “Oh? And what realization is that?”
Ayaan looked at me. “Bro, how do I flirt without making it weird?”
I thought for a moment before suggesting, “Keep it light. Let her think she’s in control.”
Ayaan typed,
Ayaan: “Just that some beauty is overlooked until you see it in a new light.”
Mom: “Oh, now that’s interesting. And what ‘new light’ is this?”
Ayaan smirked at me. “She’s playing along, bro.”
“Obviously. Now, tease her a little.”
Ayaan: “Let’s just say I never expected my best friend’s mom to be the most charming woman I know.”
Mom: “Hahaha! You are impossible. I should’ve guessed you would start trouble today.”
Ayaan hesitated, then decided to take a chance.
Ayaan: “Maybe. But tell me, do you enjoy being admired?”
A longer pause this time.
Mom: “Hmm. Who doesn’t? But I wonder… is this admiration just playful, or is there something more?”
Ayaan turned to me, his face serious. “Bro, she’s testing me now.”
“Exactly. If you say too much, she might pull back. If you say too little, she might lose interest.”
Ayaan exhaled and typed,
Ayaan: “Let’s just say… I enjoy looking. And appreciating.”
Mom read the message but didn’t reply immediately.
Seconds passed. Then a new message popped up.
Mom: “So, if I were there right now, would you still be ‘just appreciating’?”
Ayaan shocked. “Dude… what do I say?”
I grinned. “Tell her the truth.”
He hesitated, then slowly typed,
Ayaan: “Maybe. Or maybe I’d be completely mesmerized.”
A pause. Then
Mom: “You’re good at this. Maybe a little too good.”
Ayaan smirked. “She’s enjoying it, bro.”
Then another message popped up.
Mom: “Alright, last question. If I let you keep looking, what would you focus on first?”
Ayaan’s fingers hovered over the keyboard. “Bro… she’s totally leading this now.”
“Exactly. Now, give her an answer she’ll remember.”
He took a deep breath and typed. We had supposed to thought of more intimate, just cool as ass but Ayaan wanted to go simple for now.
Ayaan: “Your Lips. I’d start there.”
A long silence followed.
Then,
Mom: “Hmm. Good choice. It’s one of my best features, after all.”
Ayaan exhaled; he flushed. “Bro… what just happened?”
I burst into laughter. “You, my friend, just stepped into something far more interesting than you expected.”
Ayaan leaned back, shaking his head. “Damn… she’s really something else.”
And in that moment, we both realized, what started as a playful game had turned into something far more intriguing.
Ayaan sat frozen. His mind was thinking, replaying the last message in his head.
I smirked. “Told you she enjoys a little teasing. But now the real question is… what’s your next move?”
Ayaan said. “I mean, do I keep flirting? Or should I back off now?”
“Backing off now would be boring. You got her attention, so make it count.”
Ayaan inhaled sharply and typed,
Ayaan: “One of? I’d argue it’s the best feature. Though… I’d have to see it up close to be sure.”
A beat of silence again.
Mom: “Oh? And how close are we talking?”
Ayaan turned to me, his face burning. “Bro. BRO. What the hell is happening?”
I laughed. “You’re in deep now, man. She’s fully engaged. This is your moment.”
Ayaan wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans. He was nervous but also… thrilled. This was a new side of her, playful, mysterious, and completely unexpected.
Ayaan: “Close enough to run lips over it. Maybe even let a few lipsticks slip between.”
A moment passed. Then,
Mom: “Mmm. You sound like you know what you’re doing. Have you tried this before?”
Ayaan nearly choked. He grabbed my arm. “Dude. What do I even say to that?”
I chuckled. “Play it smooth. Give her just enough to keep her guessing.”
Ayaan took a deep breath and replied,
Ayaan: “Maybe. But I think some things are better experienced than explained.”
Another pause. Then,
Mom: “Interesting answer. So, tell me, Ayaan… is this the reason you messaged me tonight?”
Ayaan’s eyes widened. “Oh shit. Is she onto me?”
“Relax. She’s just testing you.”
Ayaan thought for a second before typing,
Ayaan: “Honestly? No. This started as a joke. But now… I think I’m actually enjoying the conversation. What a day!”
We watched the screen, waiting. Then,
Mom: “Hmm. I should be mad at you for messing with me… but I’ll admit, you do make the conversation interesting.”
Ayaan exhaled in relief. Then another message popped up.
Mom: “So tell me, Ayaan… if I wasn’t your best friend’s mom, would you still be flirting with me?”
Silence.
Ayaan looked at me, completely stunned. “Bro. What the hell is this question?”
I leaned back, grinning. “This is where you either impress her… or ruin everything.”
He nodded, took a deep breath, and slowly typed,
Ayaan: “Who you are doesn’t change how stunning you look. But… maybe it makes the flirting more fun.”
A pause. Then,
Mom: “Hahaha! Oh my god. You’re trouble, Ayaan.”
Ayaan let out a breath of relief. “Okay. We survived.”
But then,
Mom: “Too bad you’re too young to handle real trouble.”
Ayaan blinked. “Wait. What??”
I burst into laughter. “Oh my god. She just challenged you!”
Ayaan stared at the screen. He had started this as a joke. Just harmless teasing. But now? Now, things were getting way more interesting. And he had no idea how far this was about to go. That line played over and over in his head. It wasn’t just a tease. It was a challenge.
I nudged him. “Dude. She just threw the ball in your court. What’s the move?”
Ayaan inhaled sharply, his fingers gripping the phone. He wanted to say something bold, something that would keep the game going without pushing too far. Finally, he typed,
Ayaan: “Too young? Maybe. But I’d still take my chances.”
She was still engaged.
Mom: “Oh? And what exactly would you do if you had the chance?”
Ayaan was like oh! crazy. His hands were sweating. He turned to me. “Bro, I swear I didn’t expect it to go this far.”
I smirked. “Just be smooth. Keep it playful, but don’t chicken out now.”
Ayaan took a deep breath, then typed,
Ayaan: “Maybe that’s something we should find out in person.”
Silence. Ayaan and I exchanged a look.
Mom: “Hmmm. That does sound interesting. Maybe one day we’ll see if you can actually handle it.”
Ayaan’s eyes widened. He turned to me. “BRO. She didn’t say no.”
I grinned. “She didn’t just not say no, she basically agreed.”
Ayaan stared at the screen, a slow smirk forming on his lips.
Mom: “Until then… behave yourself, Ayaan. Or don’t. Either way, I’m curious to see what happens next.”
And just like that, the chat ended.
Ayaan leaned back, exhaling sharply. “What the hell just happened?”
I chuckled. “Congratulations, bro. You just booked yourself a future challenge.”
He rubbed his face, still processing. Then, he looked at me and grinned.
“I don’t know if I’m ready for this… but I think I’m gonna have fun finding out. Oh Yes!”
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