Lord Ezra’s Office

“Chalo, Ezra ji. Take me to your office.”

That was the first thing I said the next morning. No hello, no good morning. Straight demand.

Ezra raised his silver eyebrows. “What?”

“Office,” I repeated. “Where you keep all your files, registers, records, whatever. Because I want to see with my own eyes. Maybe you’ve been reading the wrong Jaspreet. It happens.”

His lips pressed into a thin line. “This is Heaven, not a bank where you can demand your account statement.”

“Exactly,” I shot back, “then why are you hiding? If you’re so sure I’m dead, show me proof. Nahi toh main yahin dharna pe baithungi.”

Ezra’s forehead vein twitched. For a moment, I swear he looked like a teacher about to call my parents during parent-teacher meeting. The angels in the background had already started whispering bets: “She’ll win again today.”

Finally, he snapped his book shut. “Fine. Come with me. But you’re not allowed to touch anything.”

“Touch?” I grinned. “Ezra ji, I’ll only look. My eyes are enough to find your mistake.”

(The Office)

He led me through endless glowing corridors until we reached a massive hall. Shelves stretched so high they disappeared into clouds. Each shelf had books glowing faintly, like stars stacked in rows.

I stopped, staring. “Bas, this is it. The biggest library I’ve ever seen. Even bigger than Delhi University’s. Waise, do you guys have Wi-Fi here? Because this would be the perfect study spot.”

Ezra ignored me. He marched straight to a desk in the center where a golden book lay open. The name Jaspreet glowed on the page.

He turned the book toward me. “See for yourself.”

I leaned in dramatically. My name. My date of birth. And below that…

Date of Death: 9:47 p.m. Car Accident.

My throat tightened. My name was there, no doubt. But some part of me refused to believe.

“Hmm,” I said slowly, tapping the page. “Maybe… handwriting mistake? Or spelling error? Or maybe your pen ran out of ink mid-sentence? You know how bad my teachers’ registers looked in school.”

Ezra groaned. “It’s not a school register. This is the Book of Souls.”

“Still,” I said, tilting my head, “doesn’t mean you’re right. You’re just one guy with a big diary. Mistakes happen.”

(Sneaky Peek)

While he rolled his eyes at me, I glanced sideways. Another shelf nearby had files stacked with names glowing faintly. Curiosity pricked me. What if… what if I peeked at Kian’s file?

I tiptoed toward the shelf.

“Don’t even think about it,” Ezra’s voice boomed without even turning.

I froze like a kid caught stealing ladoos. “Me? Thinking? No, ji. I was just… admiring the shelves. Beautiful architecture.”

He glared at me, and I pretended to zip my lips.

But inside, my thoughts screamed: If I could just see his name… maybe I’d know if he ever loved me.

(Flashback)

The memory rose again, sharp and raw.

Our first month together. I had decorated the dining table with candles, trying to surprise him after his long hospital shift. I wore a soft pink dress, the one my best friend said made me glow.

When he entered, I smiled nervously. “Surprise! I cooked dinner.”

He glanced at the table, then at me. His face didn’t change. “I’m tired. I’ll eat later.”

I followed him, hurt. “At least sit with me for ten minutes?”

He sighed. “Jaspreet, please. Don’t force me. I need rest.”

He closed the bedroom door in my face.

I stood there in the candlelight, holding the food I’d made with love. My tears fell into the dal.

(Back in the Office)

The memory faded, leaving heaviness in my chest. I blinked back the sting in my eyes and looked at Ezra.

“Tell me something,” I asked softly, “why does God give us hearts if they’re only meant to be broken?”

Ezra paused, his silver eyes softer now. “Maybe… to see how strong you are when they break.”

I gave a bitter laugh. “Strong? Ezra ji, I wasn’t strong. I was a fool in love. That man… he never even looked at me properly.”

He didn’t reply. Just closed the book gently. “You’ll understand in time.”

But I shook my head. “No. I’ll only understand when I get answers. Until then, you can’t convince me I’m dead. I’m not done fighting.”

Ezra muttered something like, “Impossible soul,” under his breath.

And me? I smiled proudly, already planning my next move.

Because if Heaven thought they could silence me with one glowing book… they clearly underestimated Jaspreet from Punjab.

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