Novel & Cerita Talking Sans

he said while i got confused with his talks. "Are you sober right now?" I asked to clear my doubts. "100%. Why so??" He asked. "As you are talking with me normally without my argument" i said clarifying. "Can’t i talk normally? And i have made some new year resolution?" He said while i got curious to know. "What?" I asked him. "Well list is too long. I can't discuss it on phone. Now i have to go. Bye" He said repeating my words and hang up the call without listening to me.

He was going on and on, not giving her a chance to speak; at last, she screamed making him shut A-“Shivaaaaayyyy” S-“Ouch baby, what happened, why you are screaming” A-“Coz you are not letting me speak Shiv” S-“I A-“Shut up, lemme speak, I landed safely shiv, no problem I’m fine, god you are impossible shiv, I didn’t pick your call coz it was on silent mode and went to took bath as soon I reached, and you are worried” S-chuckling “I’m sorry baby, you know I get scared when you don’t pick my call, leave all this, I’ll video call you I wanna see your face”

I clear my throat and nod, sniffling as I pull back and take over the duty of drying my face. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asks even softer and quieter, and I shake my head. “We could go for a walk? Just the two of us. And… Talk.” I wear my mask, forcing a smile to my face as I shake my head. “I'm okay. Just stupid thoughts. Don't worry, I'm fine. Really.” I lied. Tristan looks unsure whether he should believe me or not. But thankfully, he decided to drop it, and I'm thankful for that.

)Samvab asked "kyu nahi ho sakta?"(why can't I be?) Shrinkhal asked him "ab maine aisa kab kaha ki nahi ho sakta. bas puch raha hu. Ek Arsa beetg gaya tujhe bina baat ke haste hue dekhe."(now when i said you can't be…? I was just asking you. It has been long time to see you smiling like this without any reason.)Samvab said and sighed

“It feels like it.” That evening, Cassian called. No warning. No buildup. “Are you free?” he asked. “Yes.” We talked while I cleaned up the kitchen, his voice steady in my ear. He told me about a conversation that could’ve turned into negotiation and didn’t. About how easy it felt to say no without rehearsing. “I didn’t rush to fill the space afterward,” he said. “I let it be quiet.” I wiped my hands on a towel and leaned against the counter. “That’s what I’ve been noticing too. The quiet doesn’t scare me anymore.”

I suddenly felt my phone buzz and opened the notification. BNB Group Chat Cassia: GUYS Sahana: WAT DO U WANT Me: WAT CASSIA Cassia: I THINK I JUST MET GOD Me: WTF DO U MEAN BY THAT Cassia: ILL EXPLAIN MORE Cassia: WE HAVE TO MEET UP SOON Me: yea I have to tell ya'll smth too Sahana: OK MY PLACE SATURDAY Cassia: DEAL Me: cool Sahana: SAMI WHY RNT U TEXTING IN CAPS ANYMORE IS SMTH WRONG

Pinching my nose, I opt for taking two beers from the fridge instead of Sake and move to sit next to August. “Did your talk not go well?” He questioned, taking the beer. “Nah, it went well. Just... you know.” I replied, shrugging. “Yeah.” We sit in the silence of the hotel penthouse, the only noise, the soft whistle of the early morning breeze coming from the slightly ajar balcony door. “Are you ready for tomorrow?” “No.” The nervousness in his voice made me smile. I knew what he was worried about. I knew what he referred to in his answer. Her. He wasn’t ready to face - her.

[She is huffing as she is talking loudly] Me: Love, please. Sana: Don't you dare to call me love. You lost that right. And you won't get that right again. Never. I am hanging up on the call. Don't disturb me anymore. I have a lot of important work to do. So bye.

she asked once again. At that moment, Sane thought if ghosts really communicated that way. Didn’t they communicate through Ouija boards or some sort? And of all things that she’d tell him, why would she talk about his missing wallet that she was already holding? If it were, "You'll die, Sane, bwahahahahahaha!", it would've been more reasonable. And her voice should be deep like hell, right? Just like in films and plays? Perhaps. . . He slowly lifted his head, and he felt as if someone threw a bucket of cold water when their eyes met.

“Wow. Riveting. You should consider giving TED Talks. Imagine, ‘Alex’s Guide to One-Word Conversations.’ Standing ovation guaranteed.” “Do you ever stop talking?” he muttered, staring out the window. “Not really,” I said sweetly. “It’s one of my many gifts. You’ll either get used to it or lose your mind. Either way, it’ll be entertaining.” I swore Marissa tried not to laugh, but she kept her eyes glued to the front. When the elevator opened into his penthouse, I almost stopped breathing.