The rain poured endlessly that night.
Ayaan stood alone on the empty road, drenched, his heartbeat echoing louder than the thunder in the sky.
It had been one year since Meera died.
One year since he lost everything.
Yet…
he still came here.
Every night.
Because this was the place…
where she took her last breath.
The streetlight flickered above him.
Ayaan closed his eyes, whispering softly—
"Why did you leave me, Meera…?"
The wind suddenly grew colder.
Too cold.
Ayaan felt it.
That strange chill…
the same one he had felt on the night she died.
Slowly, he opened his eyes.
And then—
His heart stopped.
A girl was standing in front of him.
Wearing a white dress.
Her hair flowing with the wind.
Her face… pale.
But those eyes…
Those same eyes he could never forget.
"Meera…?"
His voice trembled.
The girl didn't move.
She just stared at him.
And then—
she smiled.
The same smile…
that once made his world feel alive.
Ayaan stepped forward slowly, his legs shaking.
"This… this can't be real…"
But his heart refused to believe logic.
Because in front of him—
was the girl he loved more than life.
"Did you miss me?"
Her voice echoed softly.
But something was wrong.
That voice…
It felt distant.
Like it was coming from somewhere else.
Ayaan nodded, tears falling down his face.
"Every single day…"
He reached out his hand—
But suddenly—
The streetlight above them went out.
Darkness swallowed everything.
And in that darkness…
He heard a whisper near his ear—
"Then why did you let me die, Ayaan…?"
Ayaan froze.
His breath stopped.
That wasn't love…
That was something else.
Something darker.
When the light came back—
She was gone.
Only one thing remained.
A handprint…
On his chest.
Cold.
Ice cold.
And from that night—
Ayaan realized one thing…
Meera didn't just come back.
Something came back with her.
👉 If you felt the chills… comment and tell me—
Is this love… or something far more dangerous? 😈💔