Fantasy Adventure of sam and neha

[Life_is_short]

THE MISTAKE

It had been a while since we started talking to him.
Ayaan.
Young, handsome, just 25 years old, with an easy confidence that never felt forced.

We decided to meet him on the outskirts of Pune.
A quiet place, away from crowds and familiar faces, where no one would ask questions.

From the start, he felt like a green flag.
He listened more than he spoke. He never rushed anything. He remembered small details and brought them up later, which made conversations feel real.

Still, we were nervous.
This was our first time meeting someone like this in person. Texts are safe. Reality isn’t.

Ayaan was calm by nature.
He joked lightly when things felt tense, but he never crossed lines. He asked if we were comfortable. He gave space when we needed it.

For three months, we talked almost every day.
Late-night chats, voice notes, small arguments, laughter. Nothing felt fake.

We checked carefully.
His stories matched. His timing made sense. His patience never slipped.

We made sure he was a good guy.
Or at least, he showed us every reason to believe he was.

Even then, on the day we planned to meet, our hearts were racing.
Some risks don’t disappear, no matter how prepared you think you are.
The lobby looks too perfect.

The marble floor shines under warm lights. Big sofas. Tall plants. Everything feels calm. Too calm.

Then we run in.

My heart is beating hard. I pull Neha behind a pillar before anyone sees us.

I can barely breathe.

SAM (V.O.)
Damn… I never thought this could happen.

Neha looks scared. Her face tells me the same thing I am thinking.

NEHA
Fuck. This is a very big mistake. We should not have done it.

I hear voices near the hotel door.

Laughing. Someone talking loudly.

My stomach drops.

SAM (V.O.)
No. Not now.

I peek toward the entrance. People are standing there with phones. Cameras are on.

They are vlogging.

SAM
Someone is at the hotel door.

Neha looks and freezes.

NEHA
They are making vlogs.

My mind goes into panic mode.

SAM (V.O.)
If they record us, everything is over.

I grab Neha’s hand. We move slowly, staying close to the wall. I feel like every step is too loud.

A guest walks past us with a suitcase. I stop breathing until he is gone.

I lean closer to Neha.

SAM
Ayaan must not see us.

Just saying his name makes my chest tight.

SAM (V.O.)
He knows us. He will recognize us.

I turn my jacket inside out. My hands are shaking. Neha hides her hair. We keep our heads down.

We hide behind a sofa.

The vloggers walk into the lobby. Their voices echo.

VLOGGER (O.S.)
This hotel is crazy, guys.

I don’t move. I don’t blink.

SAM (V.O.)
Please don’t look this way.

Seconds feel long. Too long.

Finally, their voices fade.

I let out a slow breath.

Neha looks at me.

NEHA
We leave. Now.

I nod.

We walk quietly toward a small door on the side. It says STAFF ONLY.

I push it open.

We disappear before anyone notices.