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.

her in the front of my house and here we

suddenly I drop something on my dress. Ahh clumsy me. So I got up to go to washroom for cleaning my dress.

a girl crying. I try to find her but couldn't.

a man in the corner of the washroom with man trying to forcefully kiss her. And the

tried to free herself but can't.

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

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

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

stood frozen on spot. Before I could react the girl helped me

left from the place thinking of the person I just slapped. Little did I know that I

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

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

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

of happy union. I don't know how I should feel because he is my first love and

should be happy that my love is happy right?

She is 22 years old, very sincere and well mannered.

your dress for tomorrow" my aunt

I feel. Looks like I need to face it so let's just get done with it.