The Stranger in the Mirror was not someone else.
It was him.
He froze.
The man in the mirror was not copying him.
For a brief second, the reflection stood completely still while Arjun stepped back.
Then it moved again—perfectly normal.
He blinked.
Maybe it was stress. Maybe exhaustion.
But the unease remained.
The First Sign
It had started a few days earlier.
Small things.
When he smiled, the reflection seemed slower.
When he looked tired, the reflection looked calm.
Too calm.
At first, he laughed it off.
Work had been intense lately. Long hours. Short sleep.
Still, every time he stood in front of a mirror, he felt watched.
Not by someone else.
By himself.
The Night Everything Changed
One evening, the power went out in his apartment building.
The bathroom was lit only by the faint glow of emergency lights.
Arjun stood in front of the mirror again.
He raised his hand.
The reflection didn’t.
His heart slammed against his chest.
The reflection was staring at him—expressionless.
Not angry. Not afraid.
Just… disappointed.
He stepped back.
The reflection stepped back a second later.
Normal again.
But something inside him cracked.
The Memory He Buried
That night, he couldn’t sleep.
A memory returned—one he had buried for months.
Rain.
A late-night argument.
Driving too fast.
A red light ignored.
A motorcycle.
The sound of impact.
He remembered getting out of the car.
He remembered seeing a man lying on the road.
Alive.
But badly hurt.
He remembered leaving before anyone could recognize him.
Later, the news reported the victim survived but suffered permanent injuries.
Arjun told himself it was an accident.
He told himself he panicked.
He told himself it wasn’t entirely his fault.
He never turned himself in.
He never checked on the victim.
He convinced himself that moving forward was enough.
But guilt does not disappear.
It waits.
Facing the Stranger
The next morning, Arjun stood before the mirror again.
He spoke out loud.
“I know.”
For the first time, the reflection looked exactly like him.
Tired.
Afraid.
Human.
The stranger in the mirror was not someone else.
It was the version of himself he had tried to silence.
The version that remembered.
The version that refused to forget.
The Choice
That afternoon, Arjun went to the police station.
He confessed.
The consequences were real.
Legal charges.
Public embarrassment.
Financial loss.
But something unexpected happened.
The nightmares stopped.
The mirror returned to normal.
When he looked at his reflection now, he saw no stranger.
He saw a man who had made a mistake—
And chosen responsibility over fear.
The Real Twist
The mirror had never changed.
Only his denial had.
We often think guilt fades with time.
It doesn’t.
It simply waits for us to face it.
🧠 Moral of the Story : The Stranger in the Mirror
You cannot outrun your conscience.
The only way to silence guilt is to face the truth.
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