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.

the front of my house and here we are now

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

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

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.

quickly rushed towards them and removed the man from

I saw his face. He is exactly the same person who come in my dreams.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

(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

be happy that my love is happy right?

really a nice person. She is 22

for tomorrow" my aunt called

feel. Looks like I need to face it so let's