Chapter 3

Aadhya's pov

It’s my first day in college. After meeting my friends I went to attend my first class. The day passed pretty normal with nothing adventurous. In evening I came back at home.

Seeing message from kshitija I replied her. But she is not online.

Kshitija is the only person who can understand me. I remember the day when I first shared my story with readers.

She was one of them. I don't know why I asked her to help in editing it but to my surprise she agreed to help. Our frequent communication followed and finally the day arrived when I shared most disturbing part of my life. My dreams. I don't know why I shared it with her but I just did.

Then when I heard her confess about the dreams she has been getting since childhood I was beyond shocked. We discussed about it for God knows how long and we both became good friends thereafter.

She is the one who supported me without judging me. For others I'm a weirdo because I see weird dreams but she never judge it because she is also suffering from the same.

Suddenly my phone started to ring and my friend Rai called me asking to go with her to her boyfriend Krish's restaurant.

I know Krish dada from when they started dating 2 years ago. He is 6 years older than us.

Confirming to accompany her, I got ready sooner in a simple salwar suit.

I met her in the front of my house and here we are now heading to meet Krish dada.

We're talking and laughing. But suddenly I drop something on my dress. Ahh clumsy me. So I got up to go to washroom for cleaning my dress.

On my way to washroom suddenly I heard a girl crying. I try to find her but couldn't.

Then I saw a girl helplessly pinned by a man in the corner of the washroom with man trying to forcefully kiss her. And the odd thing is she looks like me not exactly but somehow she is like me.

The girl tried to free herself but can't.

I quickly rushed towards them and removed the man from her. I slapped him without thinking.

All my courage went into drain as soon as I saw his face. He is exactly the same person who come in my dreams.

Beads of sweat formed on my forehead and a chill ran down my spine. No it's impossible it was just a dream. How can this be? Without realising I was already backing away from him when suddenly he grabbed my hand pushing me more into panic.

I tried to free myself but can't then I noticed he is drunk. Fear engulfed me and I stood frozen on spot. Before I could react the girl helped me and we ran from there. Reaching to our dining table I narrated full incident to Krish Dada. And he reassured me saying he will handle it.

I left from the place thinking of the person I just slapped. Little did I know that I just committed biggest mistake of my life and there’s no going back now.

Reaching in my comfy room I shared the incident with kshitija. That stupid girl is laughing like a maniac. Nerve of this girl to ask me if the man was handsome? Like seriously here he was molesting a girl and my friend is asking was he handsome? Sometimes I just don’t get the holy shit going in that big skull of hers.

Well if I ignore the fact that he was molesting a girl, he was rather handsome with the look like a Greek god. Like devilishly handsome but there was something sinister to his aura making anyone vary of his presence.

Ahhh what the hell I'm thinking. Shut up my stupid brain he is bad news so no need to admire him. I scolded myself.

Well tomorrow is Akshar's Ashirbad (engagement) with Asmita and I have to make my poor heart ready to bear the sight of happy union. I don't know how I should feel because he is my first love and is getting married to another woman.

Well I should be happy that my love is happy right?

Asmita is really a nice person. She is 22 years old, very sincere and well mannered.

"Aadhya come choose your dress for tomorrow" my aunt called

"Yes auntie I'm coming" I answered her unsure of how should I feel. Looks like I need to face it so let's just get done with it.

I went downstairs and met everyone including Akshar. He is so happy because he is finally getting married to the girl he love and tomorrow he will officially be her.

I chose a simple anarkali suit for the function. It's not a big function because Asmita don't want any lavish celebrations. But the weeding will be grand. Well let’s hope I make it to the end without breaking.

Next morning

Finally it came. Today I will lost my every hope officially. Well it's a not like I has some hope but still u can't blame a love struck girl can u?

I need to get ready before my mom yell at me today so I got ready in the dress I chose earlier.

I came downstairs to watch everybody busy with loads of work. I also want to help but my aunt said that I should just give company to Akshar. I went near him and start teasing him about his upcoming marriage. Well he doesn't know what I feel. So I need to show that I'm happy for him. Come on Aadhya you are a brave girl, you can do this.

Then Asmita's family arrived. And the ritual started and just when he was going to slip the ring in her finger, a masculine voice stopped him.

"You're getting engaged without me? It's not fair buddy."

I turn towards the source of the sound to see who he is and my breath got struck in my throat for some seconds. My mind went just blank. Am I hallucinating? Is he really here? And he is Akshar's friend? God, please someone tell me this isn’t true.

Reality is often harsh and to my horror I'm not hallucinating, he is really here. My heart went into frenzy with all negative thoughts but my little thinking session broke when Akshar greet him further confirming I'm not dreaming. Irony is that he is also watching me. I just shifted my eyes towards Asmita to break the uneasiness building up in my chest. Why am I feeling weird sensation all of a sudden by just seeing him?

Oh god why he is here?