My Car Girl (My Love Lines) - Chapter - 2 (Encounter - Her Name) KrishnAksha

 I finally did it. I walked up to her, heart pounding, palms sweaty. She was leaning on the bonnet of her car, eyes fixed on mine like she was waiting for me. Her smile was there, soft and lingering, but her eyes…they seemed deeper this time. Like she was inviting me closer.

“What’s your name?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Her smile faded just a bit, and for the first time, I saw her hesitate. Her lips parted, and she mouthed something, but no sound came out. Her eyes darted to the car, almost instinctively.

I stepped closer, just a foot away from her now. “Your name,” I repeated, louder, more confident. Her lips trembled. She tried again—this time, I heard a whisper, something soft and broken, like it was struggling to escape.

But I couldn’t understand it. It was like listening through water—muffled and distant. Her eyes grew wider, almost desperate. She raised her hand, pointing to the car. The license plate gleamed under the morning sun. KA-03.09.78.

“I don’t understand,” I said, shaking my head.

Her hand dropped, and she took a step back, her eyes locked on mine, now filled with something I couldn’t explain—fear? Regret? Sorrow? Before I could speak again, she turned away and got into the car. The engine roared to life, louder than usual, and for a moment, I swore I heard her voice whispering my name from within.

The car pulled away slowly, fading into the morning mist. I stood there, frozen, until the sound disappeared entirely.

When I asked around, nobody knew about a red car parked there. I even checked with the local shops. An old mechanic told me there was a car like that—a long time ago. He chuckled, almost nervously. “Some folks say she’s still around. Looking for someone. But that’s just old talk, right?” He laughed, but his eyes betrayed something…fear, perhaps.

I didn’t believe him. Until the next week. I saw her again—same red dress, same red car, waiting in the same spot. Her eyes locked on mine the moment she saw me. She smiled. I didn’t ask her name this time.

I just waved.

And she waved back