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The Radio Romance

by Anastasia Chrome|2 min read|
"Late-night radio DJ Noor receives a call from a lonely listener every night. When she finally meets the voice behind the phone—handsome insomniac Rashid—the connection goes beyond airwaves."

The Radio Romance

"You're on the air. What's keeping you up tonight?"

The voice was familiar now—her regular 2am caller. Deep, warm, slightly lonely.

"Same as always. Thinking about things I can't change."

"Tell me one thing you can change."

Silence. Then: "I could finally ask the DJ out."

Noor's heart stopped. "That would be unprofessional."

"I know." He laughed softly. "So is falling for someone's voice."


He kept calling. She kept answering.

They talked about everything—never names, never details, just two souls connecting in the small hours. It was intimate in ways daylight never allowed.

"I want to meet you," he said one night. "I need to know if reality matches."

"What if it doesn't?"

"Then we'll know." A pause. "But I don't think that's what you're afraid of."

"What am I afraid of?"

"That it will." His voice dropped. "That this is real."


They met at a café. He was even more handsome than his voice suggested.

"Rashid." He extended his hand.

"Noor." She took it. "Though you knew that."

"I knew everything except your face." He smiled. "Which is even better than I imagined."


She took him to the radio station—showed him where she'd been sitting all those nights.

"This is where you fell for me?" he asked.

"I didn't fall."

"Liar." He turned her chair to face him. "Tell me the truth. Just once."

"I fell." She pulled him down. "Hard."

They made love in the broadcast booth—off air, thankfully—surrounded by the equipment that had brought them together.

"Meri jaan," Rashid breathed, moving inside her. "Your voice saved me. On the worst nights."

"What was wrong?"

"Everything. Until you." He kissed her. "You were my light in the dark."


"This is a terrible idea," Noor said afterward. "Dating a listener."

"Former listener. I'll never call again." He grinned. "I'll just stay."

"Forever?"

"At least until you get tired of me." He held her close. "Which will be never, if I have anything to say about it."


They married on air—live broadcast, listeners as witnesses.

Highest ratings the station ever had.

Best call she ever answered.

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