The Man Who Knew When You Were Lying

He didn’t work in the police.

He wasn’t a lawyer.

He was just the guy who sat at the same corner table in a small tea shop every evening, watching people.

They called him Iqbal the Listener.

It started as a rumor — that he could tell, with absolute certainty, if you were lying. Not from your eyes, not from your words… but from something else.

People tested him. They’d walk up, tell an obvious falsehood, and watch him shake his head slowly.

Other times, they’d say something deeply personal — and he’d nod, almost sadly.

One day, a journalist named Samra came to write about him. She sat across from him and asked, “What’s your trick? Microexpressions? Voice changes?”

He stirred his tea. “It’s simpler than that. Lies smell different.”

Samra laughed. “Smell?”

Iqbal shrugged. “When people tell the truth, they breathe differently. The air… changes. I can feel it in my lungs. But when it’s a lie — it’s heavier. Stale.”

Samra decided to test him. She told three truths and two lies. He caught all of them without hesitation.

Then, out of curiosity, she asked: “Do you ever tell lies yourself?”

He paused for a long time, then said quietly: “Only once.”

“What was it?”

He looked past her, out the window. “When I told my wife I’d be back in an hour.”

Samra felt a chill. “And?”

“I never came back. Couldn’t. The train derailed.”

She frowned. “But… you’re here.”

He gave a small smile. “Yes. But not the way you think.”

Before she could ask more, the tea shop owner interrupted. When she turned back, the chair across from her was empty.

The owner insisted no one had been sitting there.

Samra checked her recorder later — her own voice was there, asking questions. But every time Iqbal was supposed to speak, there was only the sound of faint, steady breathing.

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