My Roommate is a Ghost… and She Won’t Pay Rent! - Congratulations Raghav, You’re Accidentally in Love With a Ghost - Part 8
Something was wrong with Meera.
Very wrong.
Suspiciously wrong.
She was quiet.
No sarcastic comments.
No floating upside down.
No random spoon attacks.
Raghav got worried immediately.
Because chaos had become normal.
And silence?
Silence felt illegal.
He looked around the hall.
“Meera?”
No answer.
Kitchen.
Empty.
Balcony.
Empty.
Bathroom.
He checked carefully this time.
Still empty.
Raghav frowned.
“Where did this ghost go?”
From inside the wall, Meera whispered:
“Wow. Listen to you missing me emotionally.”
Raghav jumped.
“DON’T LIVE INSIDE WALLS!”
“It’s rent-free.”
She floated out slowly.
Looking tired.
Or whatever the ghost version of tired was.
“You okay?” he asked.
She shrugged.
“Just low-energy haunting.”
Raghav stared.
“…Ghosts get tired?”
“Do YOU think carrying this friendship is easy?”
He almost smiled.
Almost.
That evening…
Raghav made coffee.
Two cups.
He stopped.
Looked at the second cup.
Realized.
Paused.
Meera appeared beside him.
“Aww,” she said softly.
“You made imaginary coffee for your imaginary friend.”
Raghav immediately grabbed the second cup.
“This is mine.”
“You made two.”
“I get thirsty twice.”
Meera laughed.
And for some reason…
that sound relaxed him.
Dangerously.
Later…
They watched TV together.
Well…
TV watched itself while they argued.
“You’re sitting too close,” Raghav muttered.
“You’re breathing too loud,” she replied.
“I need oxygen.”
“Greedy.”
Silence again.
Comfortable this time.
Raghav glanced at her.
She was smiling at the TV.
Hair floating slightly.
Face softer than usual.
Less ghost.
More… her.
“You know,” she said suddenly,
“you stare a lot.”
Raghav choked.
“I DO NOT.”
“You absolutely do.”
“I’m just checking if you’ll disappear.”
Meera smiled slowly.
“…Would you miss me?”
Raghav opened his mouth.
Nothing came out.
Brain disconnected.
System failure.
Meera laughed softly.
“Oh no.”
“What?”
“You’re emotionally buffering again.”
Raghav looked away.
Annoyed.
Confused.
Suspiciously warm inside.
That night…
He couldn’t sleep.
Again.
Not because Meera was snoring.
This time…
because she wasn’t.
He sat up.
Looked toward the sofa.
Empty.
“Meera?”
No answer.
Raghav stood up.
Walked around the house.
Searching.
Panic growing slightly.
Very slightly.
Tiny amount.
Huge amount.
Finally…
He found her sitting near the window.
Quiet.
Looking outside.
“You disappeared,” he said.
She smiled faintly.
“You noticed.”
“Obviously.”
“Why obviously?”
“Because…” he stopped.
Because the house felt empty.
Because silence felt wrong.
Because loneliness had returned too quickly.
But instead he said:
“…you’re annoying.”
Meera nodded proudly.
“There she is. Emotional honesty.”
Raghav sat beside her.
For once…
No fighting.
No sarcasm.
No chaos.
Just the city lights outside.
And two idiots avoiding their feelings.
One alive.
One technically unavailable.
After a while…
Meera spoke softly.
“You know what’s funny?”
“What?”
“You used to hate me.”
“I still do.”
“Liar.”
Raghav smirked slightly.
Tiny smile.
Small enough to deny later.
Meera looked at him carefully.
Then suddenly grinned.
“Oh my God.”
“What?”
“You like me.”
Raghav almost fell off the sofa.
“WHAT?! NO!”
“You made two coffee!”
“That proves NOTHING!”
“You searched for me!”
“That’s basic ghost management!”
Meera pointed dramatically.
“Ladies and gentlemen—”
“There are no ladies and gentlemen!”
“—this man is accidentally in love with a dead girl.”
Raghav covered his face.
“This is a nightmare.”
Meera smiled softly.
“No,” she whispered.
“This is worse.”
Pause.
Then she added:
“Because you’re cute when confused.”
Raghav groaned loudly.
“Please haunt someone else.”
“Too late,” she said.
“I’m attached now.”
And somewhere between shared coffee, stupid arguments,
and late-night silence…
Something impossible had started happening.
Raghav was falling in love.
With a ghost.
A sarcastic, dramatic, biscuit-stealing ghost.
Honestly?
Even the ceiling fan saw this coming.
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