Short Story - Mirage
- Chhaya Kumari
- Mar 11
- 3 min read
Death never announces itself politely.
It arrives like a sudden storm, one moment the sky is clear, and the next your entire world is turned upside down. For Naina, the storm came the night Arjun died.
Morning sunlight still entered the apartment exactly the same way it used to, slipping through the thin curtains and stretching across the dining table. But now it only illuminated the empty chair opposite hers. Arjun’s coffee mug still stood there. Untouched, Months had passed, yet she couldn’t move it.
