My Roommate is a Ghost… and She Won’t Pay Rent! - The Day Raghav Realized… He Can’t Even Be Alone in the Bathroom - Part 3
Raghav had one simple dream.
Privacy.
Not happiness.
Not success.
Just… five minutes alone.
He walked into the bathroom.
Locked the door.
Smiled.
Peace.
Silence.
Freedom.
“Nice tiles,” said a voice behind him.
Raghav froze.
Very slowly…
he turned around.
Meera was floating near the mirror.
Brushing her teeth.
WITHOUT a toothbrush.
“HOW DID YOU GET IN?!” he screamed.
She shrugged.
“Door is more of a suggestion for me.”
Raghav pointed dramatically.
“OUT!”
She leaned closer to the mirror.
“I’m already dead. What more will you do? Kill me again?”
He covered his face.
“This is illegal.”
“In which law? Ghost Constitution?”
Raghav tried to maintain dignity.
Failed.
“Can you at least give me privacy?”
Meera thought for a moment.
“Okay.”
She turned around.
Faced the wall.
Still floating there.
“That’s not privacy!”
“That’s effort.”
Raghav rushed out.
Hair messy. Pride broken.
Life meaningless.
Later that morning…
He sat with a notebook.
“New rules,” he said seriously.
Meera appeared upside down from the ceiling.
“I love how you keep trying.”
“Rule 6: Bathroom = PRIVATE ZONE.”
“Denied.”
“WHAT?!”
“I get bored.”
“Read a book!”
“I died before finishing one. I’m emotionally stuck on page 12.”
Raghav closed the notebook.
“This is my life now.”
“Yes,” she said proudly.
“You’re welcome.”
Afternoon.
Raghav joined an office meeting.
Camera ON.
Face serious.
Professional mode activated.
“Good morning team,” he said confidently.
Behind him…
Meera floated into frame.
Upside down.
Waving.
“HI EVERYONE!”
Raghav froze.
His boss squinted.
“Raghav… is someone behind you?”
“No sir,” he said calmly.
Meera zoomed closer to the camera.
“Ask him about his biscuit problem.”
Raghav smiled painfully.
“Network issue, sir.”
He turned camera OFF.
And whispered:
“YOU WILL END MY CAREER!”
Meera gasped.
“I’m helping! Your meetings are boring.”
Evening.
Raghav sat quietly.
Processing life.
Regretting existence.
Meera sat beside him.
Eating chips loudly.
“Can you not?” he said weakly.
She stopped.
Looked at him.
“Bad day?”
He sighed.
“You ruined my meeting.”
She nodded.
“Worth it.”
He stared at her.
“You don’t understand consequences.”
She smiled softly.
“I understand loneliness.”
Silence.
A rare one.
Not forced.
Not awkward.
Just… there.
Raghav leaned back.
“…Why me?”
Meera looked at him.
“Because you talk to your ceiling fan.”
“…That was ONE TIME!”
“Three times,” she corrected.
He sighed.
“Do you ever leave?”
She shook her head.
“Nope.”
“Forever?”
“Forever-ish.”
Raghav closed his eyes.
“So I’m stuck with you.”
She grinned.
“And I’m stuck with you.”
Pause.
Then she added:
“Honestly… I got the better deal.”
Raghav almost smiled.
Almost.
That night…
He went to the bathroom again.
Stopped at the door.
Looked suspicious.
Opened it slowly.
Empty.
He smiled.
Finally.
Peace.
From inside the mirror, Meera whispered:
“BOO.”
And that was the day…
Raghav understood something important:
Living with a ghost is not scary.
It’s just…
extremely inconvenient.
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