My Roommate is a Ghost… and She Won’t Pay Rent! - Mom Visit - Part 11
Raghav was peaceful.
Which was suspicious already.
Morning coffee.
Silent apartment.
No flying objects.
No ghost commentary.
No emotional damage before breakfast.
Then the phone rang.
He answered casually.
Big mistake.
“Raghav beta, I’m downstairs.”
His soul left immediately.
“WHO?”
“Your mother.”
Raghav froze.
Dropped the spoon.
Dropped confidence.
Dropped desire to live.
Meera appeared instantly.
“What happened?”
“My mom is here.”
Silence.
Even Meera froze.
“…Alive mom?” she whispered.
“Obviously alive mom!”
Meera gasped dramatically.
“Oh no.”
“What do you mean ‘oh no’?!” he shouted.
“She’s a mother! Mothers can sense everything!”
Doorbell rang.
Again.
More aggressively.
Mother-level ringing.
Raghav panicked.
“Hide!”
“I’m a ghost!”
“HIDE BETTER!”
Door opened.
And in walked his mother.
Raghav's Mother
One handbag.
One suspicious stare.
Unlimited judgment.
She looked around the apartment slowly.
“So dirty.”
“Nice to see you too, Ma.”
“You look weak.”
“That’s love.”
“That’s deficiency.”
Meanwhile…
Meera hid behind the curtain.
Badly.
Half her face visible.
Raghav’s mother squinted.
“Why is the curtain breathing?”
Raghav almost fainted.
“Cross ventilation.”
His mother walked around inspecting everything.
Table.
Kitchen.
Dust.
Her disappointment.
Then she stopped suddenly.
“There’s feminine energy here.”
Meera whispered:
“SHE KNOWS.”
Raghav laughed nervously.
“No there isn’t!”
His mother narrowed her eyes.
“You used room freshener.”
Silence.
Because honestly…
that was suspicious.
She walked into the kitchen.
Opened containers.
Checked fridge.
Judged vegetables personally.
Meanwhile Meera floated beside Raghav.
Panicking.
“What do we do?!”
“YOU are panicking?!”
“She has mother aura! It’s powerful!”
Raghav’s mother shouted from kitchen:
“Who ate all these biscuits?”
Meera raised hand instinctively.
Raghav whispered:
“DON’T RESPOND TO MY MOTHER!”
“She asked confidently!”
A few minutes later…
His mother sat on the sofa.
Unfortunately…
the death sofa.
Meera gasped.
“Oh no.”
“What?”
“That’s where I died.”
Raghav stared at the sofa.
Then at his mother.
Then at the sofa again.
Sweating historically.
“Why are you staring at me?” his mother asked.
“Just… appreciating life.”
His mother touched the cushion.
“Hm.”
“What?”
“This sofa feels strange.”
Meera whispered proudly:
“Haunted memory foam.”
Suddenly…
The TV turned ON by itself.
Raghav froze.
Meera froze.
His mother calmly looked at TV.
Then at Raghav.
“You finally paid electricity bill?”
Meera blinked.
“…I like her.”
Lunch time arrived.
Which meant danger.
Because Indian mothers don’t visit.
They invade kitchens emotionally.
His mother cooked.
Fast.
Aggressively.
With judgment.
Meera floated nearby watching.
“She cuts vegetables like she’s avenging ancestors.”
Then suddenly—
His mother stopped.
Turned slowly.
Directly toward Meera.
Meera froze completely.
“…Who’s there?” his mother asked quietly.
Raghav stopped breathing.
Heart gone.
Soul disconnected.
Wi-Fi lost.
Meera whispered:
“SHE CAN SEE ME?!”
His mother walked closer slowly.
Meera backed away dramatically.
Then—
His mother picked up a fallen spoon beside Meera.
“Oh.”
And walked away.
Meera collapsed onto the wall.
“I saw afterlife again.”
Evening came.
Things somehow got worse.
His mother smiled suspiciously at Raghav.
“You’re happier these days.”
Raghav blinked.
“What?”
“You laugh more.”
Meera looked at him softly.
His mother continued:
“Did you finally fall in love?”
Raghav choked on water.
Entirely.
Violently.
Meera floated backward laughing silently.
Holding imaginary stomach.
“NO!” Raghav shouted.
Too loudly.
Too fast.
Too guilty.
His mother smiled knowingly.
“Aha.”
Then she stood up.
Started leaving.
At the door, she paused.
Looked back at the apartment quietly.
“…Whoever she is,” his mother said softly,
“this house feels less lonely now.”
Silence.
Real silence.
Raghav looked toward Meera slowly.
Meera looked stunned.
His mother smiled gently.
“Take care of yourself, beta.”
And left.
Door closed.
Apartment quiet again.
Meera sat down slowly.
“…Your mother is terrifying.”
Raghav nodded proudly.
“Yes.”
Pause.
Then Meera smiled softly.
“But she’s right.”
“What?”
She looked at him carefully.
Very carefully.
“You’re less lonely now.”
Raghav looked away instantly.
“Don’t make this emotional.”
“Too late.”
And somewhere between panic, lies,
and supernatural mother instincts…
something became painfully obvious.
Even people who couldn’t see Meera…
could feel her presence around him.
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