His eternal love

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

dress. Ahh clumsy me. So I got up to go to washroom

washroom suddenly I heard a girl crying. I try to

forcefully kiss her. And the odd thing is she looks like me not exactly but somehow she

girl tried to free

quickly rushed towards them and removed the man from her. I

All my courage went into drain as soon as I saw his face. He is exactly the

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

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

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

handsome? Like seriously here he was molesting a girl and my friend is asking was he handsome? Sometimes I just

I ignore the fact that he was molesting a girl, he was rather handsome with the look like a

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

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

I should be happy that my love is happy right?

nice person. She is 22 years old, very

"Aadhya come choose your dress for tomorrow"

I feel. Looks like I need