My Roommate is a Ghost… and She Won’t Pay Rent! - Possessive Ghost - Part 8
Raghav made one mistake.
A very small mistake.
Tiny.
Harmless.
Catastrophic.
He smiled at his phone.
That’s it.
That was the mistake.
Meera immediately appeared beside him.
“Who is she?”
Raghav jumped.
“WHY do you appear like unpaid trauma?!”
“Answer the question.”
“It’s nobody.”
Meera narrowed her eyes.
“Nobody doesn’t make you smile like an idiot.”
Raghav locked the phone.
Too late.
Meera had already seen the chat notification.
Ananya: “You’re actually funny 😄”
The room temperature dropped instantly.
Literally.
Ghost mood swing.
“Oh,” Meera said calmly.
Too calmly.
Dangerously calmly.
“So now you’re entertaining women.”
Raghav blinked.
“You scared her away last time!”
“Yes, and apparently she survived emotionally.”
He sighed.
“We’re just talking.”
Meera crossed her arms.
“That’s how horror movies start.”
Raghav stood up.
“You’re being ridiculous.”
She floated behind him.
“You used emojis.”
“It was ONE emoji!”
“It was smiling.”
Raghav rubbed his forehead.
“You’re jealous.”
“I am observant.”
“You’re possessive.”
“I am emotionally security-conscious.”
That evening…
Raghav tried ignoring her.
He sat peacefully.
Opened phone.
Started typing.
Meera appeared upside down above him.
“What are you writing?”
“PRIVATE conversation!”
She gasped dramatically.
“Wow. Secrets. Betrayal. Character development.”
Raghav turned away.
Meera floated with him.
He turned again.
She floated again.
Like haunted Wi-Fi.
Always connected.
“Can you STOP following me?!”
“No.”
“WHY?!”
“What if she sends heart emoji?”
Raghav stared.
“You need help.”
“You need supervision.”
Phone pinged again.
Ananya:
“You free tomorrow?”
Meera snatched the phone.
Technically floated it away.
“NO HE’S NOT.”
“MEERA!”
“What? I’m scheduling honestly.”
Raghav grabbed the phone back.
“You cannot control my life!”
Meera paused.
Then quietly said:
“…I know.”
For one second…
Her voice sounded smaller.
Less playful.
Less chaotic.
Raghav noticed immediately.
Unfortunately.
He softened slightly.
“You know this is stupid, right?”
She nodded.
“Very.”
“Then why are you acting like this?”
Meera looked away.
“…Because every time someone gets close to you…”
Pause.
“…I feel like I’m disappearing.”
Silence.
A dangerous silence.
The emotional kind.
Raghav opened his mouth.
No sarcasm came out this time.
So Meera immediately ruined the moment herself.
“Also she types ‘hehe.’ I don’t trust adults who type ‘hehe.’”
Raghav burst out laughing.
Actual laughter.
Loud.
Uncontrolled.
Meera smiled instantly.
“There it is.”
“You’re impossible,” he said.
“And yet,” she grinned,
“you’re still smiling.”
Later that night…
Raghav sat near the window.
Thinking.
Dangerous activity.
Meera floated beside him quietly.
No jokes.
No teasing.
Just there.
“…Are ghosts allowed to be possessive?” he asked softly.
Meera shrugged.
“I died. Nobody gave me rulebook.”
Raghav looked at her.
Really looked.
Past the jokes.
Past the chaos.
Past the floating nonsense.
And for the first time…
He realized something terrifying.
Meera wasn’t scared of losing him.
She was scared…
because she already loved him.
Meanwhile Meera pointed at his phone again.
“She texted ‘goodnight’ with two hearts. Suspicious woman.”
Raghav sighed deeply.
“There she is.”
And just like that…
The haunting continued.
Only now…
it came with jealousy.
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