My Roommate is a Ghost - and she do not pay rent

Behind the Lit Windows - Learning Each Other Again - Part 14

Standing in front of each other felt… unfamiliar. Not because they were strangers. But because they weren’t anymore. The hallway was quiet. Too quiet for two people who had said so much… and now didn’t know where to begin. Arun shifted slightly, his hands unsure of where to rest. “So…” he started, then stopped. Sana let out a small breath. A faint smile touched her lips. “Yeah… so .” They both almost laughed. Almost. It was strange. Behind a screen, words had flowed effortlessly. Here— every word felt like it carried weight. “You’re quieter in real life,” Sana said gently. Arun nodded. “And you’re… more real.” The moment lingered. Not awkward. Just… honest. A soft sound echoed from a nearby apartment—utensils, a door closing, life continuing as usual. But for them… time had slowed. Sana leaned lightly against the wall. “I kept thinking… what if this ruins everything?” she admitted. Arun didn’t interrupt. He understood that feeling too well. ...

The Rose Behind the Verdict - The Man in the Blue Scarf - Part 6

Dev Bishan stood beneath the dripping archway of the rear courtyard as though he had entered a stage rather than a crime scene. He was handsome in the practiced manner of men who knew mirrors well—trim beard, tailored coat, rain on polished shoes, and the blue scarf now tied casually at his throat. His smile suggested confidence; his eyes suggested calculation. “You vanish all day,” said Arindam, “and reappear precisely when discovered. Efficient timing.” Dev laughed softly. “I might say the same of detectives.” He stepped forward and offered his hand. Arindam did not take it. “Where were you since noon?” “In the city.” “Doing what?” “Protecting my family.” “That answer contains no facts.” “It contains enough.” Arindam drew the silver cufflink from his pocket. “This was found beside the torn portrait of your uncle.” Dev glanced at it, unimpressed. “I lost it yesterday.” “How convenient.” “I prefer inevitable.” Rain tapped the stone between them. From an upper wi...

Where the Sunrise Waited - The Secret Plan - Part 5

The Secret Plan The hill town slowly began to quiet down as afternoon sunlight softened the busy streets. Tourists wandered through the small market. Children chased each other near the town square. The mountains around the town looked peaceful again, as if nothing mysterious had ever existed there. But inside a small souvenir shop, two people were whispering like conspirators. Kabir and Riya. Dev stood a few feet away pretending not to be involved. “This is a bad idea,” he said without looking at them. Kabir waved his hand dismissively. “Relax. It’s just harmless fun.” Riya nodded enthusiastically. “Exactly. Just a tiny experiment.” Dev sighed. “I already regret being here.” Kabir leaned closer to Riya and lowered his voice. “Step one,” he whispered, “we make them accidentally walk together tomorrow.” Riya grinned. “That’s easy.” “Step two,” Kabir continued, “we disappear for a while.” Dev stared at them. “You two are insane.” Across the market street, ...

Behind the Lit Windows - The Weight of Knowing - Part 8

Knowing changed everything. Not loudly. Not immediately. But quietly… in the spaces between moments. The next morning, Arun woke up earlier than usual. For a few seconds, everything felt normal. Then it returned. The realization. It’s her. Not just a voice on the screen. Not just words anymore. A person. A window. A presence he could see . He walked to the balcony almost instinctively. The fourth-floor window was still. Curtains half drawn. No movement. But now… it didn’t feel distant. It felt close . Too close. Inside her apartment, Sana sat with a cup of water, staring at her phone. The conversation from last night lingered in her mind. “Do you have a blue curtain?” It had felt like coincidence at first. Now… it felt like something else. Not dangerous. Just… strange. She shook it off. Maybe she was overthinking. She had enough problems already. “Good morning,” Arun typed. He watched the screen. Waited. Across the building, Sana’s phone lit...

My Mother’s Prince - The Result & The Word He Didn’t Expect - Part 13

The Result & The Word He Didn’t Expect Results don’t arrive dramatically. They arrive on ordinary afternoons when you’re doing ordinary things. He was reconciling a vendor ledger when his phone vibrated. Unknown number. He ignored it. It vibrated again. He excused himself and stepped outside the office. “Hello?” “Sir, this is from the certification board. Your results are published online.” His throat went dry. “Okay… thank you.” The call ended. For a moment, he just stood there near the staircase, phone in hand. His heartbeat returned to surround sound mode. He opened the website. Slow internet. Of course. The loading symbol spun like it was enjoying the suspense. He typed his roll number carefully. Double-checked. Pressed Enter. The screen refreshed. He stared. Then blinked. Then stared again. PASS Not top score. Not distinction. Just PASS. But it felt louder than any word he had seen before. He didn’t shout. He didn’t jump. He just leaned a...

The Smile She Left Behind

The Smile She Left Behind The rain had just begun. Drops slowly gathered on the empty road, forming tiny mirrors that reflected the dim streetlight. A motorbike lay on its side. A scarf moved gently with the wind. And a young girl lay still on the road. People slowly gathered around. Someone shouted for help. Someone called an ambulance. But the girl was not listening anymore. Her eyes were half open, staring at the cloudy sky. Somewhere between breath and silence, time slowed down. And suddenly… Memories began to walk toward her. The First Memory – The Girl Who Loved the Wind Her name was Meera . A sweet little girl from a quiet town in South India , where coconut trees swayed lazily and evenings smelled of jasmine flowers. Meera loved simple things. Running in the rain. Drawing dreams in her notebook. Watching the sky change colors every evening. She always told her mother, "One day I will live my own life. A happy life. I will travel, work, and make my own...

The Rose Behind the Verdict - The Rose Behind the Verdict - Part 14 - ( Final )

No thunder rolled now. Morning sunlight entered Bishan House for the first time in years, touching dust, portraits, and faces that had forgotten warmth. Mira stood motionless. “Me?” she whispered. Dev lowered his eyes. “Yes,” said Arindam. “Dev returned not for Leela—but for Mira.” Silence deepened. Leela stared, then suddenly laughed through tears. “I knew it.” Mira turned sharply. “You knew?” Leela nodded. “You never looked at me the way you looked at her.” Dev stepped forward at last, stripped now of charm and performance. “When we were children,” he said softly, “Mira was the only person kind to me in this house. When I left for London , I intended to forget her.” “And failed?” asked Niraj. “Miserably.” Mira’s eyes filled. “Then why help Leela flee?” “Because Harish planned to force her marriage and use the inheritance to pressure you. Saving her was the only way to free you both.” Leela embraced her sister. “All these years,” she said, “everyone hid love b...

Where the Sunrise Waited - The Place That Doesn’t Exist - Part 12

The hidden path was different. Not just quieter. But… unnaturally still. No birds. No wind. Not even the sound of their own footsteps felt real. Kabir whispered, “Okay… if a ghost appears now, I’m just going to politely say hello and faint.” Dev replied, “Please faint quietly.” Kabir nodded. “I respect public silence.” No one laughed fully. Just small breaths of relief. Because something was changing. The path grew narrower. Trees leaned closer. Branches almost touching each other above them— Like the forest was closing in. Riya slowed down. “Does anyone else feel like we’re not supposed to be here?” Kabir raised his hand. “I have felt that since Part 1.” They kept walking. Carefully. Slowly. Then suddenly— The path opened. Completely. In front of them was a clearing. But it didn’t look like any normal place. The ground was smooth. Almost like stone. Circular. Perfectly shaped. As if someone had designed it. In the center— A symbol. The same o...

When Shadows Remember Blood - The Ones Who Remember - Part 3

That night, Aarohi did not move from the window. Not when the sky deepened into indigo. Not when the first stars appeared, faint and distant. Not even when her legs began to ache from standing still. Because under the banyan tree— They were still there. The man. And the woman. They hadn’t shifted. Hadn’t blinked. Hadn’t spoken. But they hadn’t left either. And that was worse. Aarohi wrapped her arms around herself, her breath shallow. “This isn’t possible…” she whispered again. But repetition didn’t make it less real. If anything, it made the truth settle deeper. At exactly what her phone still insisted was 5:52 PM , the man finally moved. Not toward her. Not away. Just… slightly. His hand lifted. Slowly. Deliberately. And pointed. At her house. Aarohi stumbled back from the window as if burned. Her heart slammed against her chest. “No… no, no…” She turned away, pacing the room, trying to steady herself. “This is just… stress… hallucination… som...

My Mother’s Prince - The Silence Between Two Calls - Part 16

The Silence Between Two Calls Distance does not always mean kilometers. Sometimes it means… two busy people with good intentions and very little time. A week had passed since Meera moved to the new branch. The first two days they spoke normally. Small conversations. “How was work?” “Too many files.” “Did you eat?” “Yes.” Very normal. Very… careful. But by the fifth day, something changed. Work at his branch suddenly increased. Two staff members were on leave. Which meant… More work for him. More responsibility. More mistakes to avoid. More tea. One evening he reached home late. His mother looked up from the kitchen. “You look like someone who fought a tiger.” He dropped his bag. “Not tiger.” “What then?” “Excel sheet.” She nodded seriously. “Yes… Excel sheet is more dangerous.” After dinner he checked his phone. One message from Meera. “Long day. Talk tomorrow?” He typed quickly. “Same here. Tomorrow.” But tomorrow became another busy day. And then another. And then another. Four...

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