Midnight Conversations Short love story
The power went out.
Not just in one flat, but the whole apartment complex. The only light came from the moon and the dim glow of the streetlamp flickering like a horror movie prop.
Aarav sighed. “Great. Just what I needed. First, my boss roasts me all day, and now this. Kya zindagi hai.”
He stepped onto his tiny balcony, hoping for a relaxing cold breeze. Instead, he found someone else standing on the opposite balcony—his neighbor. A girl, sipping chai, looking as disheveled as he felt.
“Wow,” she said, squinting at him. “The great mystery neighbor finally emerges. I was starting to think you were a vampire.”
Aarav smirked. “And I was starting to think you were a ghost. You know, the kind that drops things at 3 AM?”
She gasped dramatically. “Oh my God. You heard that?”
“Everyone on this floor heard that.”
She sighed, taking another sip of her chai. “Meera. Writer. Professional 3 AM dropper of things.”
“Aarav. Architect. Professional 3 AM sufferer of your dropping things.”
They chuckled.
And that’s how it started.
The Routine
Every night, they found themselves on their balconies, talking about everything—life, work, stupid things they did as kids.
“Yaar, I once thought if I held my breath long enough, I’d turn invisible,” Aarav confessed one night.
Meera burst out laughing. “What happened?”
“I turned blue. My mom thought I was choking and slapped me so hard, I saw stars.”
“Bro, your life sounds like a reality show I’d binge-watch.”
Meera, in turn, told him about the time she tried to impress a guy by saying she was a published author.
“And?” Aarav raised an eyebrow.
“He asked for my book. I panicked and said it was out of stock.”
“Out of stock? What were you selling, oxygen cylinders?”
She smacked the railing. “Shut up, okay? I was young and dumb!”
He laughed. “Some things never change.”
“Excuse me?”
“I mean… you’re still dumb.”
“You wanna fight?”
“Bring it on, 3 AM dropper of things.”
Enter: The Society Aunty
One night, their conversation was interrupted by Mrs. Sharma, the self-appointed building detective.
“Aarav son, who are you talking to so late?” she asked, her nose almost poking through his grill.
Before he could reply, Meera called out, “Hi aunty! It’s me, your friendly neighborhood ghost!”
Mrs. Sharma nearly tripped. “OMG! Yeh ladki pagal hai!”
“Confirmed,” Aarav muttered.
“Main sun rahi hoon!” Meera yelled. give aunty mischievous smiles
Mrs. Sharma shook her head and left, mumbling something about “aaj kal ke bacche.”
“Thanks for ruining my social image,” Aarav deadpanned.
Meera grinned. “You’re welcome. Happy to help.”
The Night Everything Changed
One night, Aarav looked unusually quiet.
“What’s up?” Meera asked, waving a hand in front of his face.
He sighed. “I got a transfer. Next week. Mumbai.”
The air between them changed.
“Oh,” she said, trying to sound casual. “Big city life, huh?”
“Yeah.” He paused. “I don’t want to go.”
“Then don’t.”
“It’s not that simple, Meera.”
She looked at him for a long moment before saying, “You know what’s simple? This. Right here. We talk. We laugh. We exist. And it’s nice.”
He ran a hand through his hair. “I know.”
Silence.
Then she grinned. “Wait. Is this the part where I dramatically confess my love and beg you to stay?”
Aarav chuckled. “I mean… would you?”
She made a thinking face. “Nah, too much effort.”
“Wow. So much love.”
“You know me. Emotionally unavailable, socially awkward, and perpetually sleep-deprived.”
He laughed. “Same.”
She bit her lip. “Stay.”
His heart did something weird. “What?”
“Stay, you idiot. At least long enough for me to finish my story. I need an ending.”
He looked at her for a long moment before nodding. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Okay.”
One Month Later
The power went out again.
Aarav stepped onto his balcony.
Meera was already there, holding two cups of chai. She handed him one. “Welcome to another episode of Midnight Conversations.“
He took a sip, smiling. “Best episode yet.”
She grinned. “Damn right it is.”
Message of the Story:
Love isn’t always about grand gestures. Sometimes, it’s just late-night talks, bad jokes, and showing up when it matters. ❤️