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.

my house and here we are now

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

the washroom with man trying to forcefully kiss her. And the odd thing is she looks like

free

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

as I saw his face. He is exactly the same person who

a dream. How can this be? Without realising I was already backing

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.

from the place thinking of the person I just slapped. Little did I know that I just committed biggest mistake of my life and

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

the look like a Greek god. Like devilishly handsome but there was something sinister to his aura making

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.

the sight of happy union. I don't know how I should feel because he is

I should be happy that my love is

really a nice person. She is 22 years old,

come choose your dress for

I'm coming" I answered her unsure of how should I feel. Looks like I need to face it