The man of my dreams

Chapter 9

I am getting restless day by day. Something doesn't feel right... Something is really wrong. I can feel it... Moreover, Aadhya has not messaged me since nine days. My spoilt brat, who can't live without me for a day, didn't message me for straight nine days!!! Strange right?

I have been teasing her with Vai's name ever since I came to know how sensitive she is to his name... I tell her how he will love her and take care of her, especially when she will be pregnant. I wonder how her daughter will be... She will be really beautiful, just like her... And her son? He will look so cute. It's funny how I don't know her face but I am still imagining get children...

Ugh. Earth to Kshitija... What are you doing? You are confusing yourself. Focus on Aadhya. I am worried about her. She had told me about her earlier suicide attempt. I hope she didn't do anything like that again. But why will she do that? I convinced her that her husband is Vai then why will she do that?

But the more I think about it, the more I am convinced. I don't know what I should do... The boards examination is getting nearer and nearer and I have not studied anything in all this mess. What is happening with you Aadhya? Please tell me...

I try to shake off my destructive thoughts. They do nothing except worrying me... Mumma calls my name and tells me that we have to go to a mall, my hair has grown... Yeah, I have shoulder length hair only because I can't handle long hair because I am a tomboy...

This is what I have done with myself... I don't want that girl in my dreams to be me. So, I don't wash them properly, eat junk food everyday, not washing my face regularly... My face doesn't have it's natural glow, the way the woman had in her dream... My hair is not as long as the woman, my face has a lot of pimples and I am an obese, my hair has a lot of dandruff which resulted in back acne... Gross? I know...

But mumma says that I am naturally beautiful with my fair skin and good face structure but you don't understand mumma, I don't want to be beautiful... I am afraid what will happen to me after my marriage. So, better yet, I WON'T MARRY... Anyways, so mumma keeps my hair short and right now, at have to go to a mall and in a salon, you know salons which take Rs. 150 or 200 for any haircut? Yeah, that's the salon mumma takes me to every time.

We go there and mumma asks the man to give me Diana cut. Want to know what it is? Okay, it is of Princess Diana... Doesn't it look like Bachchan cut, based on Amitabh sir? Well, my dadda took his name, don't involve me if you don't find any similarity... It needs silky hair and despite my efforts, my hair is still silky... Ugh!

After my haircut, we go to a supermarket to shop for grocery... Mamma tells me few things to get and also to Sharanya, my sister... While shopping for the things, I am running everywhere on my simple jeans and top because I don't want to attract any attention.

I look around, trying to remember what mumma told me to bring and see a man, of maybe 21 years old, looking intently at me. Beside him, there is a girl, his girlfriend or sister, blabbering in Marathi. But he pays no attention to her, just stares at me. I avert my eyes and involuntarily shiver. I can still feel his gaze on me...

I quickly look around for things, find them and go to mumma and keep them in our trolley. I look around but he is not around anymore. I sigh in relief.

I don't want stress anymore. My spoilt brat is enough for that. I wonder how she is... Why can't I ignore the loud thumping of my heart, it's like, something is not right...

I sit in the car with my family absentmindedly and we reach home. I go to my room and check my phone eagerly... No message. Dammit Aadhya! I am dying without you. But I still can't meet you. What is happening with her? Is she alright?

But I still can't forget those black eyes staring intently at me. Who was he? I open w*****d and try to read anything, desperately trying to forget those eyes...