Love Chain

It never ceased to unnerve Arda whenever she found a strange number calling her phone. She had no particular reason for her fears except that it often made her feel uncomfortable. As she stared at the unfamiliar digits of the contact currently buzzing her phone, she found herself naturally hesitant about picking the call.It was dark already, the time at exactly 8:00pm and outside, the moon was out. There was no one else in the house with her, which intensified the discomfort she was having about picking the call. She knew she had to stop being paranoid over something so small. Someone she knew might just be calling with another number and what if picking the call could be life saving for the caller?  Seated before a horror movie on the television in the living room, she reluctantly picked up the phone from the small plush table before her and bro

As Arda took her time admiring the picture, he sent a second picture. On the second one, he was looking casual, seated on a large couch in a spacious living room and staring into the camera intensely with his alluring green eyes. She caught her breath. He reminded her so much of her fiance, though his own eyes were light brown. Again, she felt guilt resurfacing but she quickly shoved it aside. This wasn’t cheating. She was just making friends, she told herself.You’re very attractive. She typed into the chat box and hit the send button. She had to hand it to him. He was hot.