A lottery ticket Short story
A lottery ticket Became a Millionaire 💸 (But the Universe Said – “Nice Try, Bro!”)
Okay, so this story is about Bittoo — a simple guy with big dreams and zero savings.
He lives in a small rented flat in Delhi with his dog, Biscuit — half beagle, half drama queen.
It was a lazy Sunday morning. The fan was making weird noises, and Bittoo sat with his cup of chai, scrolling through memes about broke life. His fridge had one half lemon, one bottle of water, and sadness.
He sighed, “Life feels like a prepaid plan without recharge.”
Then, he noticed something outside — a lottery stall near Sharma ji’s kirana shop. The big red board said, “Jeeto Crorepati Bano!”
Bittoo rolled his eyes. “Yeah right, everyone becomes rich except me.”
Still, he walked there. “One Power Jackpot ticket, Sharma ji. Quick pick.”
Sharma ji smiled, chewing paan. “Beta, sometimes even God gets bored and changes luck.”
Bittoo laughed, “My luck left me on read years ago.”
He stuffed the ticket in his pocket and walked off.
The Forgotten Ticket 🎫
For the next two days, Bittoo totally forgot about the ticket. It was just lying in his wallet between metro cards and an old pizza bill.
Then one night, while watching reels, he got a notification —
📱 “Check today’s lottery results!”
He laughed. “Ha! Let’s see how life roasts me today.”
He pulled out the ticket and opened the results. Biscuit sat next to him, wagging his tail, looking confused.
First number matched.
He blinked. “Wait… what?”
Second number matched.
His eyes widened. “Oye, this can’t be real!”
Third number matched.
His heart started racing. “Bhai, what’s happening!”
He folded his hands. “God, please… please let this be real.”
Then fourth number matched.
Now Bittoo was standing, sweating like he’d run a race.
He checked the last one — MATCHED!
He froze. For five seconds, no sound. Then—
“MAA! I WON! I’M A CROREPATI!” he screamed so loud the neighbor aunty shouted, “Beta, what happened? Did you get married?”
He yelled back, “Aunty! Better! I’m rich!”
Biscuit barked like crazy, probably thinking he’d get his own mansion now.
The Big Shock 😭
Bittoo started dancing, ordered biryani, and even typed a resignation message to his boss:
“Sir, I’m rich now. Keep the stapler as a memory.”
He called his best friend, Riya. “Riyaaa! Pack your bags! We’re going to Maldives, baby!”
Riya laughed. “Wait, bro, send me a photo of the ticket first.”
He proudly sent it.
A pause. Silence. Then loud laughter.
“Bittoo… you fool! That’s LAST MONTH’S DRAW!”
Bittoo’s smile disappeared. “Huh?”
“The date, bro! Your ticket is old! Expired!”
He checked again. March 10. The result he saw was March 17.
His face went blank. “Matlab… I celebrated for nothing??”
Biscuit just stared at him like, “See, I told you.”
Bittoo groaned. “Universe, why do you do me like this?”
The Funny Ending 😂
Next morning, Bittoo went to Sharma ji’s shop looking tired.
“Sharma ji, I think I was born in wrong draw.”
Sharma ji laughed, giving him chai and a samosa. “Beta, life is also a lottery. Sometimes we win, sometimes we just laugh.”
Bittoo smiled. “I guess my prize is this samosa then.”
Just then, Biscuit ran into the shop, tail wagging, face deep in a pack of biscuits he’d stolen.
Sharma ji chuckled, “See, your Biscuit’s luck is better than yours.”
Bittoo laughed, petting him. “Yeah, in this house, only Biscuit is winning.”
They both laughed. Rain started outside, chai smelled amazing, and Bittoo felt lighter.
He didn’t win crores — but he got chai, a samosa, and his happy dog.
And honestly? That felt rich enough. ❤️
Author’s Note:
Sometimes the universe gives you dreams just to make you laugh at yourself later. Maybe the real jackpot isn’t money — it’s moments, friends, and dogs who still love you even when you lose.
Because as Bittoo says —
“Life is a lottery, bro… I just keep buying tickets for the wrong draw.” 😂