Ghost Calls by hima (read people like a book .TXT) 📕

have hurt my ankle when I fell as soon as I stood up the pain shot through me and I cried in pain and slumped on to the floor. Aryan sat me on the bed again. Neha hurried to get pain relief spray, she sprayed on the ankle and I felt a bit of relief. Aryan’s face twisted in pain. I squeezed his hands gently and said that I was okay.

“Don’t spoil your weekend. Please…I will be upset if I spoiled your fun. I just lost my footing while climbing the cliff.”

“Why didn’t you catch her before she fell?” Neha scolded. “He went to bring me water; it’s my entire fault I shouldn’t have climbed…”

“Stupid girl…” Neha scolded. “Please just don’t stand here staring at me like I’m a patient.” I said.

“What happened?” I explained him everything vomiting the part where the blue eyed boy kissed me. “It’s my fault I should have told you about the bad ghosts too. I thought ignorance is bliss, the more you know the more attracted you will be towards these bad souls…” he said tears spilling.

I couldn’t see him like that, I moved closer to him and hugged him patting him on the back. “It’s not your fault; you were just trying to protect me. But next time please don’t hide things from me.” I said.

He let me relax onto the bed and went to ask the cook to boil hot water. The cook is a woman in 40’, she came with hot water and a cloth, she applied balm over my ankle and then massaged with hot water.

I drifted off into sleep as the pain relaxed on a bit. Aryan kissed me on the forehead thinking I was asleep. “I’ll never let anything harm you again…”he said.

That night I had a strange dream, the blue eyed boy and Aryan were fighting over me and I was standing in the back ground waiting for one of them to win. I’m never a person to see someone hurt over me than why am I standing like that?

Neha woke me up at an early hour and we packed soon, none of them allowed me to help though I was feeling well. We went back at top speed to our home.

Mom fussed over my ankle though it was alright. When I went back I didn’t see Sapna. Mom made me stay home, evening Neha called.

“It’s your fault, if you hadn’t said about that, she would have let me go to college.” I complained. She laughed and asked whether my leg was healed. I said it was okay and I asked if there was any important class today.

That night I waited for Sapna a long time but she never was back. I sighed wishing I could see her, after a few minutes, I heard Sapna waking me up.

“Why did you call me?” she asked. “When?” I asked still sleepy. “You wished to see me…” she said. “Wow! Is that ghost thing to know what we wished for?” “No,it’s messenger thing to call the ghost at your command.” She said.
“Oh!” “Why did you call me?”She asked again. “I never saw you from that day, you were upset by something and I wanted to know what it was.” I said.

“That is the problem, seeing you in that state that day brought me back a memory from my life and I couldn’t make any head or tail of that memory. I was trying very hard to retrieve that memory from my past…” she said.

“Go to sleep…you must be tired.” I nodded and drifted off to sleep.

I saw very less off Sapna after that, on the rare occasion I met her she said that she was travelling all the places that she ever went as a human to know what was the memory about. Mean while days passed by soon… Without our knowing we wrote first year end exams and I topped the class and we were given a vacation after exams.

Being bored, I usually went to Mehra’s house to borrow books one of these visits is what turned my life forever.

“Are you coming home, today?”Neha called me to ask.

“I’m on my way…” I said. I reached her house usually Mehra’s house was always serene but today there was huge commotion.

Mrs. Mehra was shrieking on the phone at someone. When she ended the phone call she slumped onto the couch. I walked up to her.

“What happened, aunty?” I asked. “I’m having a photo shoot today on all the designs I’ve designed but at last minute the models turned down. This is a very important project in my career.” She said clutching her head.

“Leave it… We already have more than enough money…” Mr. Mehra said walking in.
“It’s not the question of money, Dev. I have been working for this all my years.” She said. “Can’t you postpone it until you get the models?” Mr. Mehra asked. “We can’t get these professional photographers and the settings ready again…” she said.

Mr. Mehra shrugged his shoulders and walked away. “Can’t we look for other models…?” I asked. “At last minute we can’t find one…” she said staring at me for a second. After few minutes of thought, “Will you do me a help?” she asked. “Anything I can do...”

“Will you be my model?” she asked. “Me…?” I stared at her. “Please…” she requested.
“It’s not that, I’m not good enough for a model…” I said. “You don’t know about you. Will you help me?” she asked. I nodded half heartedly.

“I need a male model too…” she mumbled when Aryan came in. She scurried towards him and dragged him to her room.

She came back for me again. Her models are related to wedding styles, she dressed me up and when I entered into the main hall, I was shocked to see the wedding settings. Aryan walked in shervani all groom like, He smiled at me, Neha smirked at us.

The photographers took pictures of us in different wedding postures… I enjoyed it. They gave all the directions to us when to keep my head high, when to keep it low and blush. It was easy with Aryan being there.

Once they took 30 to 50 snaps, we changed into a different dress, Like that aunt made me wear 8 different dresses, I waited patiently for the session to over It took us almost 8 whole hours with small intervals for us to have something.

Aunt ran to me and hugged me as soon as the session was over, She went away to talk with the photographers.

“Hello, Bhabi… Do you want to see your marriage pictures…” Neha smirked. She took photos in her camera, she showed them to me. I was never given time to have a look in the mirror but I looked stunning in those clothes. We looked like a perfect couple. Aryan changed back into his clothes and came into our room.
“Here, bro. Look at your marriage photos…” Neha smirked. Aryan slapped her playfully. “They never gave time to say this… you look gorgeous.” He said coming closer to me. “I’ll change and come back…” I said.

“Please… don’t go.” He said grabbing my hands and pulling me back. Aryan’s mom came in before I could say anything. He released me and I went into Neha’s room.

I changed back into my clothes and took leave of them. When I was half way through the hall Mr. Mehra walked in talking into his phone.

He saw me going and stopped me, “Megha…wait a second.” He said. “Yes, it is her. When will you be here?” he asked. “Okay… then we will wait.” He said clicking off the phone.

What does he want to talk to me? Judging by his expression I know he is serious about something. Did he know that Aryan loves me? May be he wanted me to break up with Aryan. I thought. I shivered at the thought of facing his anger.

“Dad, Let me talk first.” Aryan said. “It was me who loved her not her. It’s not her fault…” he said.

Mr. Mehra looked at us. “Aryan, go in…” he said grimly. “Dad…I’m not going until I say everything…” he said. Mr. Mehra glared at him. “I like her too.. Dad and Mom like her too…” Neha said meekly.

At the same instant, a car parked in front of the house. Mr. Mehra scurried towards him to greet him. He just ignored him and rushed inside. He gave a quick glance on every member in the house and settled his gaze on me. He was a man in mid 40’s unlike Mr. Mehra he has a rugged look even in the suit.

He rushed towards me and enveloped me in a bear like hug…I was panting for breath. “Finally…Finally…”He cried.

He kissed me all over my face; I struggled to get free from him. “Who are you?” I shrieked breaking away from him.

“Your dad…” Mother superior from St. Theresa orphanage said. I noticed her in the house for the first time. I ran to her and took her blessings. Why she is even here and what did she mean by your father. May be he is the new father to the church, I thought but that is unlikely.

She sat me on the chair, “When we found your mother dead, we preserved her things at our orphanage to give it back to you when you are off age… We never imagined they would contain a clue as of your parentage.” She said.

“When Mr. Mehra came in to enquire your details, we knew nothing about you since the mother who took you in is long dead so we had to deal with higher office to get your details and belongings if there any. As it is, after a long ransacking of our office we found your belongings and inside it was a chain, a bank a/c key and a photo of your family. She showed me an old picture in which the stranger and a woman were there holding a baby in their hands.

“Look at her closer…” she said. I did and she looked so like me. “We wanted to make sure it was you with proofs. “The chain your mother left has a small carving inside it…” On the back of the locket in small letters there are words Meghan mittal, I gasped.”The bank key was indeed your parent’s joint a/c key.” She concluded.

Tears rolled down my eyes… I stared at my real father who I always presumed as dead. I ran to him and hugged him.

I rested my head on his laps and cried for how many hours I didn’t know. “Why didn’t you come earlier? I thought you were dead too that’s why I had to grow up like an orphan…”

“I left you and your mom and went to foreign on a business trip and then when I came back, my manager said that your mom left me and handed me down a letter. It said that she was going back to her house as she couldn’t stand it alone. I came back to Mr. Mehra and asked him about her, he said that she wasn’t here. We both searched for her everywhere but couldn’t find her. Time flew and I gave up my hopes of ever finding you again…” he said and tears rolled down through his cheeks and fell on my face. I sat up and