It felt real. I wiped the sweat on my forehead using the hem of my shirt and walked towards the kitchen to get a glass of water to let go of my anxiety.

I took the water bottle from the fridge and gulped down a large amount of water in one shot. Why did I have that horrible dream? I didn't hate him that much, yet he came into my dream, and-- I can't even imagine this.


What would have I done if it had happened in reality?

No! Shut up Riya. I scolded my inner mind.

Though it was a dream, it sends a shiver down my spine making my body feel weak, it likes someone poured a box of ice cubes through my head.


'I think you are thinking about him a lot these days' my subconscious mind replied to my unasked question.

Yeah maybe.


I closed the fridge and walked to the living room and sat on the couch where I was seated before. The book is still lying on the floor which gave me a recollection of that incident over and over.

Unknowingly tears were polling down through my cheeks and I feel the pain in my chest as someone is crushing my heart frequently.

He has this syndrome.

My heart couldn't able to take this even it was my first time, then how could he face his nightmare? How many times he had these kinds of horrible dreams? The question brought goosebumps to my stomach.

I still remember the day when he woke up in the middle of the night screaming and calling my names the day after my parents knocked me out of their home. He thought I left him completely like I left my parents.

I was there with him to give him comfort what he needed saying I'm here. He hugged me tightly and cried until he fell asleep in my arms.

But now, I'm not with him and it must have given him a hard time. Despite he is good at hiding his anxiety, I could read clearly on his face every morning when I meet him in the office.

Every day he seems nervous until he saw me then he will go back to his ordinary life masking his face as anger.

There was a day when he has fired lots of employees just because of a silly mistake and even canceled the contract of a big project that worth a million with our clients.

These all happened the day I was on leave.

His one blind revenge spoiled our future, but he has changed and trying to amend the mistake for the sake of our kids even though he can't change the past.

However, what I'm doing? What are the steps I'm taking to bring our relationship to the next stage?

Sweety needs him as her dad, my unborn baby needs him as his/ her dad, and me-? Me too need him in my life. He is my love whether my mind accepts or not. He is my everything and I'm his everything.

We were made for each other. We were tied to each other by our soul. No one can separate us. Neither his revenge nor my ego is nothing in front of our love.

"Ding dong!"

The ringing sound of the doorbell brought me out of my miserable thought. I blinked once... twice... thrice...Who is this?

I glued to the couch where I was and stared at the door blankly. Then I heard the buzzer sound which seems someone succeeded to open the door which alerted my mind immediately.

No one has the access to unlock the door except Kayish but---

As expected Kayish the dream of my man opened the door and stepped inside.

"Riya." He called my name worriedly. I don't want another dream, please. I prayed internally.

"Riya, what happened to you?" He asked once again worries hitched through his face and he took a step forward to approach me.

"Stop there." I stood abruptly holding my hand in the midst. I don't want history to repeat.

"Riya?" His face lost all his colours, I don't know what is running into his mind, but he looks broken. I looked at him through my hooded eyes, he is real, the cut in his chin is visible. I'm not dreaming, am I?

Oh, God! He is real!! Happiness overwhelmed my heart and I broke into tears whispering the three words that popped into my mind, "You are here."

"You are here!" I screamed and ran towards him. In a swift motion, I jumped into his arms and buried my teary face on the crook of his neck. I seriously don't care what I'm doing but I want him to be alive. That one nightmare is enough for me to let go of my ego.

I wrapped my legs around his torso while my hands found his neck then I started to sob like a kid. He didn't expect the outburst from me, but he caught me on time in his big arms pinning my body against his well-built chest.

"You are here." I whimpered clutching him tightly. "I thought I lost you." I wiped the tears that were running through my eyes like an Angel falls.

To be continued---

His grip on my waist tightened. "I never ever leave you." He said the matter of authority and buried his face on my hair. Somehow his warm breath calmed down my aching chest.

"You promise?" I looked at his face, there I saw blue orbs looking directly at my green eyes, the emotion he had in his eyes was priceless.

"Promise." He let out a long sigh which seems the agony and the guilt he has been carrying on his shoulders for a month was left down.

"I love you, you idiot." I crashed my lips against him taking him off surprisingly.

"I love you too." I heard him mutter between our tender kisses. The kiss was so passionate and lovely. Oh, God! How badly I wanted to kiss him like this, forever.