The man of my dreams

Chapter 2

I come to my bedroom after greeting mumma and dadda and go to the bathroom to get ready. Why is it necessary to bath daily? But mumma says that if I won't bath daily, I can't meet Bappa daily. So, here I am, bathing. Yes, I can't live without meeting Bappa daily. I only share to him about my dreams and no one knows it because I don't think it's that important as I don't get it frequently. It's like I got that dream about 20 times since my birth.

When I was in sixth standard, I once again saw the dream but what shocked me was that I realized that the beautiful woman in the dream was me!!! You can imagine how restless I would be after that. So, I told Bappa about my dreams. Since then, I pray to Bappa everyday...

I step out of the bathroom in my towel and wear my college uniform. In Maharashtra, 11th and 12th standard are known as Jr. College and I am in 12th. So, it's my college uniform.

I get ready and go in front of my Bappa and join my hands. I need him daily, especially when I get that dream. I need the assurance that there is someone with me and that someone is my Bappa.



Yes, after 10th standard, I realized that there are some things which my parents can't open up with me. I got all that information from the Google and *cough* the holy book of Kamasutra.

My parents don't know that their daughter watches porn but I needed the information, at least to stay safe in a city like Mumbai where rapes are rare but molestations happen like everyday. Even you can relate with it. When you travel by Mumbai local or even buses, there must at least be an instance when someone is staring at you or touching you inappropriately, taking advantage of the crowd... So, for my safety, I thought that I should know everything about all this and here I am, knowing everything about that topic...

I take my daily TMT bus and reach the college where I see my friends Jenita and Pooja. They both are like my life... I love them very much. Pooja was like me till 9th standard, only having close friends but after that, she changed drastically and everyone loves to be with her but I being a loner, not into i********:, f*******:, seeing w******p only for important things, and being the class representative, not bunking classes, am avoided but these two idiots never left my side and I am grateful to them for that... I know that other friends are temporary but since they stick to me and accept me as I am, they will never leave me...

After the college, I reach home, tell mumma that I am studying, take a book and go to my bedroom and open w*****d. This is what I do nowadays. In my 10th standard, I told dadda that I want to become a writer but since I got 95%, he made fun of me and I took the hint and never attempted to raise the topic ever since. Writing on w*****d is my silent protest to him and no one knows that I am writing on w*****d, not even my friends, except some close ones...

I open my w*****d but the message on my w*****d account stuns me. A girl named Aadhya asked guidance with her book. Is she serious? Did she even look at the amount of votes and views my book got? I messaged her that I don't think I am capable enough to advice her but she said that she's the one who will decide how much capable I am. I sigh and am about to start reading her book but stop because of... I don't know what...

I look at the title and tell her that it sounds cliché and she should change it. She asked me for suggestions and I suggested her a few names and she changed it but still I can't look at the book. I don't know what has gotten into me...

I open the book but something hits me. Is it guilt? But why? I read the book and tell her that the book is really good. She thanks me and also reads my book and votes for it.

For a few days this continues and we become close friends. We are like sisters now and I am thankful that someone is reading me book now...