At exactly 11:11 p.m., Riya always made a wish.
“Just one miracle,” she would whisper, staring at her phone screen.
But nothing ever happened.
Until one night… it did.
Her phone buzzed.
A message from an unknown number:
“I can grant your wish.”
Riya froze. Her heart raced.
“Who is this?” she typed.
No reply.
Another message appeared:
“You wished to go back… right?”
Her fingers trembled.
Because that was her secret.
The one thing she never told anyone.
She wanted to go back to the day her best friend Aarav died.
Riya hesitated… then typed:
“Yes.”
The screen went black.
For a moment, everything felt… still.
Then—
She opened her eyes.
Same classroom. Same sunlight. Same laughter.
And there he was.
Aarav.
Alive.
Smiling.
“Riya? Why are you crying?” he laughed.
Tears rolled down her face. She wanted to hug him, to scream, to never let him go.
But then her phone buzzed again.
“You can save him.”
“But someone else will take his place.”
Her breath stopped.
“Choose carefully.”
Riya looked around the classroom.
At her friends. Her teacher. Her world.
Then back at Aarav.
Still smiling.
Still alive.
Her hands shook as she opened her phone.
11:11 p.m.
One wish.
One choice.
Slowly… she deleted the message.
The world flickered.
The classroom disappeared.
And Riya was back in her dark room.
Alone.
Her phone showed one last message:
“Some love means letting go.”
The next day at school, everyone talked about Aarav.
About how kind he was.
About how much they missed him.
Riya just smiled quietly.
Because for one moment…
She got her miracle.
And she chose to lose it.
