*2311* The number kept flashing in his head again and again. he glanced at the farthest corner of the room realizing that the bottle of water was missing from its original place. “Oh mom, why do you do this to me!” he mumbled. standing up from his bed, he started his interminable journey towards the kitchen to fetch a bottle of cold water from the fridge.
The night seemed darker to him than the one which had awoken him in his dream. A dream in which he was on a cliff with his beloved crush, whose eyes were gleaming in the moonlight. he was holding her by her waist and was lost in her eyes. Suddenly she lowered her eyes, her cheeks turning pink. He soon understood that there was something in her mind that she wanted to say. Slowly, she brought her lips near his ears and whispered something softly, which mysteriously turned his face white and the very next moment, he found himself falling down the cliff into the sea, hands flailing helplessly, eyes fixed in horror on the face that pushed him, which now bore an evil smile.
“2311”-The only memory that remained of this scary dream. He opened the door of the fridge and felt all the bottles one by one to find the coolest of them all. The smallest one, his personal favourite, was cold enough to revive his nerves, which he picked up and started gulping. Refreshed, he replaced the cap and started heading towards his room.
A sudden need to use the bathroom pulled him towards its door, almost subconsciously. He opened the door with a thud just to pick up the same shade of white which it bore at the sight of the face while falling from the cliff. “2311!” squealed the face and poured a bucket full of icy cold water on him.
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The bright rays of sun were cutting through his sleepy eyes, and chilling cold and wet face, while realizing that he had been thrown down his bed. The face was looking down on him with a comic smile holding his favorite bottle, which was now empty. The alarm clock was beeping with a broken display holding 23:11 as the time beside a framed photograph of his crush. “Arnab! You li’l runt, you’re not gonna let me enjoy a single Sunday morning, are you?” he groaned while Arnab, his roommate, sensing the blast he’ll be having to witness, started his sprint towards the door at full speed. Rohit, however, getting up from his bed, moved towards the fridge, but this time, for vengeance!