Bab 16: The Crazy Ghost Saw Me Naked
I lived in a small studio apartment which had 1 bedroom-cum-kitchen and a bathroom. It was small but just fine for me.
Zara's place was way bigger. The layout of the building was weird, on one side there were two big three-bedroom apartment which were lavish and spacious and on the other side there were 4 or 5 studio apartments.
My floor had four.
Once she was gone, I went to my bedroom window and stood there. Oh! I'd missed my home so much.
Living on 15th floor had so many benefits, I could see almost the entire Mumbai from there and it was just so fabulous and peaceful; it was also private – it would be very hard for someone to sneak into a window at 15th floor.
I don't even know for how long I stood there staring at the mesmerizing beauty of the city when I finally decided to take a bath. Whatever season it might be, hot water bath has its own charm.
I sat in my bath tub quietly with closed eyes, it felt so relaxing. For the last 2 days in hospital I felt I was perfectly fine but now I did feel my body was little sore at various places and the hot water made those places quite obvious.
While I rested calmly, I heard someone move. Was it in my bedroom? It felt like someone is in bathroom. Maybe it was Zara checking in on me…
"Hey Zara I am fine, you don't need to be bothered for me. Please let me relax." I shouted from the bathroom with my eyes still closed.
Weirdly, she didn't reply.
She can be very spooky sometimes and I won't be surprised if she was sitting in my bedroom waiting for me to come out so she could scare me.
Once the water was almost cold and I started to sneeze I decided to step out.
Wrapping myself comfortably in my towel I stepped out, "You can't scare me this time!"
I was wrong. It was not Zara but the ghost who replied. "I don't want to scare you"
"Gh…."
"Hey Amrita, hey! Hey, hey, it's fine, it's just me. You know you don't have to be scared of me," he tried to step closer but I was still reeling.
"Who. What. You. Oh. God. Gh…." I didn't even know what to say.
I was so scared of him that I was not even able to finish the word 'ghost'.
"Please, don't you remember me? I am Armaan. You'd joked about it – Amrita, Armaan, and our jumbled-up names."
What the hell was he talking about? He wasn't just a ghost – he was an insane ghost. Maybe he is drunk, but ghosts can't drink, can they? My fear must have been evident, because he started explaining.
"Please, please Amrita, don't you remember me at all?" The pain in his eyes was a tangible force, which combined with his attractiveness was swaying me, despite my best efforts. "Look, if I wanted to harm you, don't you think I have had plenty of opportunities to do so by now?"
The crazy drunken ghost had a point. Maybe he was not here to harm me, then why was he haunting me?
"Can you please sit comfortably first? Or even probably get dressed first?" At this he looked very slyly at me from top to bottom and I suddenly became very much aware of my nakedness.
I hugged myself tightly, securing the towel. I shouldn't have any rape-threat from a ghost, I hoped. Because that would be really tricky to explain to the police.
"I will go out and you can get dressed. I will be back in 5 minutes; would that be fine?"
I dumbly nodded, and he smiled and went out through the closed the door.
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