Trap in the hotel ( Short love Story)
Chapter 1: Drama in the Lobby
Vikram pushed open the heavy wooden doors of the mountain hotel, his shoulders aching after the day-long trek. All he wanted was a hot shower and maybe some hot Tea. Instead, he was greeted by chaos.
But his peace not his life for a moment (Vikram through in mind)
“I told you already, bhaiya’(Sir), I’m not staying in that room!” a familiar voice rang out, making him stop mid-step.
Vikram turned toward the reception desk and blinked. “No way,” he muttered.
There she was—Meera. His ex. Waving her hands, eyebrows furrowed, fully in angry form.
Something never change (He mutter himself)
“Madam, please understand,” the poor receptionist was pleading. “All rooms are full because of the landslide. Only that one is left.” (she said helplessly to meera)
“What do you mean,That room smells like a smelly store room !” Meera shot back, fuming.
Vikram couldn’t help but grin. “Meera, you’re being dramatic here too?”
As if Meera heard that voice she looked behind her . she is got surprised “Vikram? What the—what are you doing here?”
“Enjoying the free entertainment,” he said, smirking. “And you’re the star performer.”
Meera glared at him angrily. “Not now, I’m not in the mood Vikram. I’m dealing with this fool who doesn’t know how to run a hotel.”
“Sir, it’s just my bad luck,” the receptionist muttered under his breath.
Vikem (saw receptionist with sympathy) your luck is really bad to have crossed paths with Meera,” he muttered to himself.
Chapter 2: The Room Offer
“Okay, okay,” Vikram said (calmly), stepping between them. “What’s the issue here?”
(Meera Glared At Reception Angly )“This joker,” Meera gestured dramatically at the receptionist, “has given me a room that leaks water and smells like trash!”
Vikram said calmly to meera Don’t Scared him Meera
Vikram turned to the receptionist. “Bro, is the room really that bad?”
“Sir,” the receptionist sighed. “It’s just one night. Ma’am can adjust—”
“Adjust?” Meera interrupted, her voice rising again. “Do I look like someone who will adjust in that room?”
Vikram chuckled. “You? Adjust? Impossible.” with smirk smile in his face
Meera shot him a look. “Not helping, Vikram.”
“Fine, fine,” Vikram said. “Take my room, alright? It’s decent. I’ll manage, like I always do with you.”
Meera’s eyes widened. “What? No way! I don’t need your pity.”
“It’s not pity, it’s basic humanity,” Vikram replied, rolling his eyes. “Anyway, I’m used to making sacrifices for you.”
“Oh, please!” Meera snapped. “Don’t start your drama here now.”
“Suit yourself,” Vikram said, smirking. “Enjoy the lobby. At least the chairs are comfy.”
“Ugh, you’re absolutely impossible!” Meera huffed, crossing her arms.
Chapter 3: Blackout and Blanket Fights
Just as their argument reached its peak, the lights flickered and went out. The entire lobby was covered in darkness.
“Great,” Meera muttered. “What next? Ghosts?”
“Don’t worry,” Vikram said, turning on his phone flashlight. “If ghosts show up, I’ll sacrifice you first. Got it?”yeh huh
“Very funny,” Meera said sharply, though a small smile played on her lips.
The hotel staff began setting up mattresses in the lobby for the stranded guests. Vikram grabbed a blanket and sprawled on a couch.
“Comfy,” he said. “Want to share, or will your ego need its own bed?”
“Ha ha ha ,” Meera replied, rolling her eyes. “I’ll survive, thank you very much.”
“Sure, just don’t start snoring and scare everyone,” Vikram teased.very funny
“I don’t snore!” Meera shot back. By the way “Unlike you, who sounds like a tractor!”
“Excuse me? This tractor saved you from leaky ceilings!” Vikram said, feigning mock hurt.
“Saved? More like annoyed me to death,” Meera retorted, pulling her blanket tighter.
Chapter 4: A Quiet Moment
As the night wore on, most guests drifted off to sleep. Meera sat by the window, staring at the moonlit mountains. Vikram joined her, handing her a cup of lukewarm tea.
“Nice view,” huh he said.
She nodded. “Yeah. It makes you forget all the nonsense for a while.”
“You always needed this—time to breathe,” Vikram said softly. “But you never stopped running.”
“Not everyone can chill like you, Mr. Majnu,” she replied, smirking.
They sat in silence for a moment before Meera said, “Thanks for offering your room. Even if you’re an idiot.”
“Ah, I had heard this before,” Vikram said, laughing. “But you’re welcome.”
Their eyes met, and for a second, it felt like old times.
Chapter 5: Morning Chai and Goodbye
The next morning, as guests began leaving, Meera approached Vikram, looking hesitant.
“So… breakfast?” she asked. “There’s a restaurant nearby. I heard their parathas are amazing.”
“Wait,” Vikram said, raising an eyebrow. “Are you asking me out?”
“Don’t push it, got it?” Meera said, rolling her eyes but smiling.
“Fine,” Vikram replied, grinning. “But you’re paying.”
As they walked off together, the receptionist shook his head, smiling. “These two are totally filmi.”
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