Whispered Walls

Ek chhoti si purani haveli, jise log shraapit kehte the. Nayi mehmaan, Aira, us jagah par sirf likhne aayi thi - ek novel poori karne ke liye. Lekin raat ke aakhri pahron me jab diwaron se halki fuspusaahat sunai dene lagi, to usse laga jaise koi uska naam le raha ho.

Har raat ek hi awaaz, ek hi naam... aur ek hi mehka - jaise kisi anjaan aadmi ka itra. Dheere-dheere Aira us awaaz se baatein karne lagi, bina jaane ki wo zinda bhi hai ya nahi. Usse pyar hone laga - us aadmi se jise kabhi dekha tak nahi.

Aur jab ek raat usne aakhri baar pucha, "Tum ho kaun?"
To jawab aaya -
"Main tumhara aakhri likha lafz hoon."

english version:

(An old, forgotten mansion - a place people called cursed.
A new guest, Aira, came there only to write - to finish her novel. But in the silence of midnight, she began to hear faint whispers from the walls... like someone softly calling her name.

Every night, the same voice, the same name - and the same scent... the fragrance of an unknown man. Slowly, Aira began to talk to that voice, not knowing if it belonged to the living... or the dead.
And somewhere between fear and loneliness, she fell in love - with the man she had never seen.

But one night, when she finally asked, "Who are you?"
The voice replied -
"I'm the last word you'll ever write.")