The man of my dreams

Chapter 4

One day, I am chatting with Aadhya. It is about my book the fate of her love. I am K and Aadhya is A. Our chats are as follows:

A: Was this the last chapter of the fate of her love?

K: Yeah. After this there will be an epilogue and I will wrap this book up...

A: The suspense was so amazing. How did you write it?

K: Honestly speaking, I don't know. I was planning to make Kevin Shad's best friend but by the end of the chapter, they ended up being brothers. I didn't change it because it was good. My fingers are like magical. I don't want to boast about them but they seem to have their own little brain when I type...

A: Kshitija, I need to tell you something important. I don't know why I am telling you this. Only my parents know about this but they hate me more because of this but I am not sure if I can tell you or not.

K: Don't worry dear. We are practically strangers. You don't know me and I don't know you. So, you can open up to me more because I can't judge you even if I want to. So, don't worry. You can tell me whatever you want.

A: Actually when I am writing my story crazily in love with you, my fingers move automatically. When I check for errors, I get to read the chapters. Do you know why this happens?

K: It means you are a great writer. Why are you asking this?

A: You know, I used to get a dream from my childhood. I see it daily.

My heart stops at that. Is she also suffering from the same problem? I feel pity for her because I rarely get that dream but when I get it, I am really disturbed. I wonder how she manages if she gets such dreams daily. I muster my courage and type,

K: What type of dream?

A: It's about three girls and a boy. The boy is harassing the girl but the other two girls are watching them helplessly, as if they want to help but can't. I can't see any of those people's faces, it's all a blur...

My stomach drops at that. I got that same dream that night... With shaky hands, I type:

K: I also got the same dream that night when we talked about Ritvik and Tanya being together. And I also get some common dreams from my childhood.

A: Like?

K: It's my wedding night but I don't know why I am crying. My husband comes and I ask him for time as I am not ready to consummate our marriage this soon. He scoffs at my words and ended up raping me. After some days, I get my period. I didn't feel the pain as it was a dream but the way I was clutching my stomach, I know that I used to have painful cramps. But he still forced me that night. Then, one day I told him that I am pregnant but he got angry and kicked my stomach, killing my child instantly and I was not me in that dream. I was taller, thinner and my face had a glow. I was more beautiful than my normal self.

A: I think now it's your right to know this. When I was young, I told my parents about these dreams that I get daily. One day I saw a file of my name. I asked my parents about this file and they said that they had taken me to a psychiatrist when I was younger. She hypnotized me and I told her that I am the reborn of Saanvi and the girl getting raped was my sister Jaanvi. Since then, I started writing because this was my way of telling the world world what happened in my past life.

I don't know what to do anymore. It means that Tanya was for real and Aadhya, who has become really important in my life hates her. What should I do? And just then, my creative mind came up with a good story which will take away all the guilt from Tanya's head... And it also matches with my dream. Yep, that will be great...