My Roommate is a Ghost… and She Won’t Pay Rent! - Fever - Part 12
Raghav never got sick gracefully.
Some people looked dignified with fever.
Soft blankets. Calm suffering. Tragic movie energy.
Raghav looked like expired cabbage.
He sneezed aggressively.
Missed the tissue completely.
And stared at the wall like life betrayed him personally.
Meera floated nearby.
Concerned.
Very concerned.
Dangerously concerned.
“You look horrible,” she said.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
Raghav pulled the blanket tighter.
“I’m dying.”
Meera gasped.
“EXCUSE ME?! That’s MY department!”
He groaned dramatically.
“My soul is leaving…”
“Don’t joke like that!”
Raghav blinked weakly.
“…Why?”
Meera froze.
Just for a second.
Then immediately pointed at him.
“Because if you become ghost too, this apartment will become unbearable.”
Raghav smiled weakly.
“There she is.”
Five minutes later…
Things became worse.
Because Meera decided to “take care” of him.
Which honestly…
felt medically illegal.
She brought soup.
Technically floated soup.
Very unstable soup.
“Drink.”
Raghav stared suspiciously.
“Did you make this?”
“Yes.”
“…How?”
“I supervised emotionally.”
He took one sip.
Paused.
Confused.
“…This is actually good.”
Meera looked proud instantly.
“I bullied the neighbor into cooking it.”
Raghav coughed laughing.
Then coughed from fever.
Then forgot which cough was which.
Meera sat beside him.
Watching carefully.
Too carefully.
“You’ve been staring for ten minutes.”
“I’m monitoring.”
“You look like haunted CCTV.”
She ignored him.
Touched his forehead gently.
Cold ghost hand.
Warm human fever.
“You’re burning up.”
“Maybe I’m entering spicy mode.”
“That fever is cooking your brain.”
Raghav closed his eyes tiredly.
And suddenly…
the apartment became quiet.
No jokes.
No teasing.
Just Meera sitting there.
Still.
After a while…
he opened one eye slightly.
“…You still here?”
Meera looked offended.
“Obviously.”
“You don’t have to babysit me.”
She crossed her arms.
“Correction. I absolutely do.”
Raghav smiled faintly.
“You’re acting like my wife.”
Silence.
Complete silence.
Universal silence.
Meera blinked slowly.
“…Excuse me?”
Raghav’s fever brain rebooted instantly.
“I MEANT—”
“No no,” she said calmly.
“Continue.”
“I’m sick! Ignore everything I say!”
“Interesting,” she whispered.
“Because sick people usually speak truth accidentally.”
Raghav pulled blanket over his face immediately.
“Delete this conversation.”
“Never.”
Later that night…
Fever got worse.
Raghav half asleep.
Half conscious.
Half dramatic.
Meera sat beside him quietly.
Worried now.
Actually worried.
In sleep…
Raghav mumbled softly:
“…Don’t go…”
Meera froze instantly.
Raghav turned slightly.
Still asleep.
“…Stay…”
Something in Meera’s expression changed completely.
The jokes disappeared.
The teasing disappeared.
Only softness remained.
Very carefully…
she moved closer.
“I’m here,” she whispered.
“So stop being dramatic and survive properly.”
Raghav smiled faintly in sleep.
Like he heard her.
Meera stared at him quietly.
Then muttered to herself:
“This idiot really made death emotionally complicated.”
Morning arrived.
Fever reduced slightly.
Raghav opened his eyes slowly.
Meera was still there.
Sitting beside him.
“…Did you stay awake all night?”
She looked away casually.
“No.”
Pause.
“…Mostly.”
Raghav stared at her.
Soft morning light.
Messy hair floating slightly.
Tired ghost eyes.
And suddenly…
his chest hurt differently.
Not fever.
Worse.
Feelings.
“You okay?” Meera asked softly.
Raghav looked at her carefully.
Really carefully.
Then quietly said:
“…Yeah.”
Pause.
Then even quieter:
“I think I’m home.”
Meera stopped moving completely.
And immediately ruined the moment herself.
“Wow. Fever really damages brain cells.”
Raghav laughed weakly.
“There she is.”
But later…
when he wasn’t looking…
Meera smiled to herself.
Small.
Happy.
Terrified.
Because somewhere along the chaos…
somewhere between coffee, fights, fever, and loneliness…
they had crossed a line neither of them knew how to handle.
This wasn’t haunting anymore.
This was love.
Ridiculous, impossible, supernatural love.
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