~THE RECORDING TRAP~
As Mehzil stormed out after our argument, she ran straight into Raffy outside the hostel. Without warning, she hugged him tightly.
Raffy immediately pushed her back, his tone sharp. "Better if you stay in your limits."
She replied, "Why should I? I'm your girlfriend since childhood! And tell your roommate to stay quiet—she's spreading lies to defame you. Ask her not to mess with me!"
Raffy pushed her again, his expression stern. "Firstly, I'm nothing to you, clear? Why should I ask her to stay quiet? You should stay away from her!"
Mehzil smirked. "So… you really are her husband?"
Raffy froze. "Husband?"
"Yes," she said confidently. "She asked me to stay away from you because you're her husband."
A secret smile tugged at Raffy's lips. "STAY IN YOUR LIMITS. Don't try to act close to me. And leave her alone—or it won't end well. Never come to our dorm again. Now, leave."
He slipped inside silently, using his key.
I screamed at the empty doorway, "Ahhh, the days and nights are sooo freaking long! When will that jerk return? Oh Godddd, I accept it—I miss him… or maybe like him!"
I hit my head, muttering to myself, "Wateen, you're CRAZY! You don't like him—you're just making this up because you're bored."
Raffy, hidden in the hallway, couldn't help but laugh at my words. Then, he knocked on the bedroom door. "Missing this jerk?"
I screamed, "Raffy!" and rushed toward him, wanting to hug him—but stopped midway. He noticed, and tapped my head as if i was his cat, and muttered, "I didn't miss you."
"Neither did I," I replied sharply.
"That's why you're lying on my bed?" he teased.
"No! It's because my bed was dirty," I retorted.
"But it's cleaned… like you never touched it," he argued.
"JUST BELIEVE ME!" I screamed, finally relieved I could talk to him freely.
He asked carefully, "Did Mehzil come by before me?"
I hesitated. "Did you talk to her?"
"No, but I saw her leaving," he said, laughing quietly.
"Why are you laughing?" I demanded.
"I don't like her either," he said calmly.
*"Either?"* I thought, panicking. *How does he know what I said to her? No, no—if he did, he'd be fighting with me, not laughing.*
Suddenly, Raffy glanced around the messy room. "Why is it so messy?"
I stayed silent. He asked again while folding his clothes. Then he glanced at me. "You didn't visit your parents?"
I screamed angrily, "STOP INTERFERING IN MY PERSONAL LIFE!"
I knew my words hurt him, and immediately felt a pang of guilt. He noticed my sadness and tried to shift the mood.
"I'm sorry… I can't do anything in return for all the help you've given me," he said quietly.
I smirked, remembering his words . "Of course, you'll do it."
"Can't you forgive me?" Raffy asked, his voice softer than usual.
I folded my arms and smirked. "Of course not. You still have to do it."
He sighed dramatically. "But I think we should clean the house first."
I made a pity face, pouting. "But… I haven't eaten since last night. And now it's already evening. There's nothing at home, and I didn't even feel like going out…"
Raffy gave me one of his signature death stares, sharp enough to kill, before storming out without another word. A few minutes later, he returned—this time carrying *a lot* of groceries.
While he set things down, I quickly cleaned the messy house. For once, everything looked somewhat decent. Meanwhile, Raffy cooked noodles, and when the steaming bowls finally landed on the table, we sat together and ate. It felt strange—after so many lonely meals, suddenly sharing one with him.
Halfway through, he looked at me seriously. "So, what do you want me to do?"
"The Truth Game," I answered without hesitation.
His brows rose. "Why?"
"Because otherwise you won't answer my questions," I replied, locking eyes with him.
He stayed quiet for a moment, thinking, then gave a small nod. "Fine… but on one condition."
"Whatever it is—I agree."
Without warning, he pulled out his phone, set it up on the table, and adjusted the camera. "We'll record it."
I frowned, confused but too curious to argue. "Okay… fine."
When I turned back, he had already shifted closer—so close I could feel the warmth radiating from him. My heart skipped, but I pretended not to notice.
"Let's start," he said with a sly smile, his voice low, almost playful.