Title: The Mysterious Phone Call
My dad barged into my room, his face all serious. "Rahul! Get up! We need to pick up your uncle from the airport," he said.
Now, I didn’t mind seeing my uncle, but getting out of bed at 9 AM on a Saturday? That was a crime. "Can’t he just take a taxi? Or... better yet, get a ride with someone else?" I mumbled, still half-asleep.
"No excuses! You’re coming," Dad insisted.
I groaned but didn’t have much choice. Five minutes later, I was in the car with Dad, driving to the airport, my brain still in a haze. The whole way there, I kept thinking about my cozy bed back home, waiting for me like a sweet, soft hug.
When we finally arrived, I was already regretting every decision that had led me here. We were walking toward the terminal when I heard my phone buzz. It was a number I didn’t recognize. Curious, I picked up.
"Hello?" I said, trying to sound polite.
There was a long pause before a voice on the other end said, "Is this Rahul?"
"Yes... Who’s this?" I asked, looking around at the crowd.
The voice said, "I’m calling from the future. You’re in trouble."
I blinked. "Wait, what? From the future?"
"Yes," the voice continued. "You have a very important mission, Rahul. You must..."
Before I could even process what was happening, the line went dead. I looked at my phone, unsure whether I had just been pranked by one of my friends or if I was losing my mind.
"Everything okay, Rahul?" Dad asked, noticing my confused face.
"I... uh, just got a weird call," I said, still staring at my phone in disbelief. "Someone said they were from the future."
Dad laughed. "Don’t believe everything you hear on the phone. Probably just one of those spam calls. People have nothing better to do these days."
I agreed. But something about that call was bothering me. Could it really have been a prank? Or was I about to get caught up in some weird time-travel mystery?
Later that evening, I sat on the couch, scrolling through my phone again, when the same number called. This time, I didn’t hesitate. I picked up immediately.
"Hello?!" I said, half-expecting another prank.
The same voice came on. "Rahul, the time has come. You must go to the kitchen and—"
The line went dead again. Seriously? Not even a warning? Was this some sort of weird future-dial-up phone service?
At this point, I was really starting to get curious. What was I supposed to do in the kitchen? Was this a test? A riddle? Or a strange scavenger hunt?
I walked into the kitchen cautiously, half-expecting a portal to open up or a spaceship to land in the backyard. But nothing happened. Everything was normal. No flying cars. No strange people from the future. Just a pile of dirty dishes in the sink.
As I opened the fridge, something caught my eye: a note stuck to the door.
It read, "Mission: Make the Perfect Sandwich. Don’t mess this up."
I blinked. A sandwich? That was my mission? I looked at the ingredients in the fridge: bread, lettuce, cheese, tomatoes, and some leftover chicken. This was it. The big “mission.”
I stared at the note, completely baffled. Was someone really calling me from the future to tell me to make a sandwich? Could I be the chosen one for something so... ordinary?
“Rahul, what are you doing in there?” my dad shouted from the living room.
“Uh, nothing, just... making a sandwich!” I yelled back, still in shock.
I set to work, trying to make the most perfect sandwich I could. I didn’t know if this was an actual test or just a weird coincidence, but I was determined to succeed.
As I added the last layer of chicken, I suddenly heard the voice again. "Good job, Rahul. You did it."
I nearly dropped the sandwich. "What? Is this some kind of joke?"
The voice chuckled. “You’ve completed your mission. Enjoy the sandwich.”
It clicked. It was just a prank. All this time, I had been on the phone with... my uncle.
Confused and annoyed, I went to the living room, holding up the perfectly stacked sandwich. “Dad, guess what? I just got called from the future to make a sandwich.”
Dad looked at me, trying hard not to laugh. “Rahul, you’ve got to be kidding me. That’s your uncle—he probably wanted you to make him a sandwich as a joke.”
I froze. “Wait, what?”
Dad nodded. “Yeah, he called you. He loves to prank people. So now, you’ve been tricked into making him a sandwich.”
Just then, my uncle walked in with a huge grin on his face. “Well, well, well. Looks like the ‘chosen one’ made the perfect sandwich after all,” he said, holding up his hand for a high-five.
I groaned, realizing that I had fallen for his prank. "You’re kidding me. This whole time? You just wanted a sandwich?"
Uncle shrugged. “Hey, who else would make me the best sandwich in town? I had to get creative!”
Dad laughed and said, "Don’t tell him he got you good, Rahul. We don’t need his ego getting any bigger."
The whole family burst into laughter, and I couldn’t help but laugh too. In the end, I’d learned two things: one, my uncle was a master prankster, and two, I should’ve just made him a sandwich from the start to avoid all the confusion.
And as for the sandwich? It never tasted so good.
Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional and for comedic purposes. Any resemblance to actual events or people is coincidental. Always check your calls, and remember, sandwiches are serious business. This Story is Fictional note try to copy in real life and follow or learn from it
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