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With a heavy head, I opened my eyes and found myself lying on the bed of his room.

I felt tired, lost, helpless, as if something in me had died, something significant. Hope? May be.

I heard the door open and saw him steping inside.

The Monster who I should hate by now but for some reason I can't get myself to hate him. I feel his pain when I look at him and it just makes it harder to hate him eventhough he's making my life a living hell.

I'm not a saint, neither a quintessential heroine of a daily soap. I'm not this forgiving and generous generally but when it comes to this guy, I can't seem to think rationally.

I know he acts stupid, he can get nothing out of hurting me, he is probably the worst human I've encountered in my life but again, I just can't hate him and I'm starting to get annoyed because of this.

I can't even curse him in my head for some reason. Despite everything he does, I never imagine thinking about reveng. What is wrong with me?

He's not my family, friend or someone I love, even adore. He's none of the above, still there's a connect which just makes me want to hold him and cry my heart out. I want to yell, complain, even punch him, but I want to do all this, holding him in my arms.

I want to urge him to do the same, just vent it out at once and end this for once and for all. I just want him to get rid of all these uncertain emotions, burden, pain, everything. I want him free, relieved. I want him to let go of everything that's hurting him, including me.

I don't wish bad for him but I don't want to be with him either, I want to just go far away, so far that he can never find me. Never ever.

I had tears in my eyes and I looked at him tired of all this and found him tearing up to.

Hopelessly, I looked away, outside the window and a tear escaped my eyes.

His footsteps told me he was nearing me and I closed my eyes.

"Nandini." He whispered and I slowly looked at him.

"Manik." I whispered back and a lone tear escaped his eye.

"I—" "Remember. " I cut his sentence off.

"You once told me that if I want to cry... I'll have to hold you and then cry?" I asked and he looked confused.

"Do you remember?" I asked tearing up and he nodded hesitantly.

"Come closer then." I whispered and his eyes showed hesitance.

"Come closer Manik, at least let me cry."  I whispered compassionately and he slowly sat beside me.

He helped me in sitting on the bed and I hugged him tightly, breaking down completely.

"I'm sorry. " He cried, wrapping his hands around me and hugging me back, tightly.

I felt the warmth and clung more into him.

"I'm sorry Nandini." He whispered and my sobbing increased.

"Just end all this Manik, I can't take this anymore. I can't. " I cried looking at him and he wiped my tears.

"I know, I don't want to do this either, but I'll have to Nandini, I'll have to." He cried and I wiped his tears.

He held me closer and I closed my eyes.

"I don't want this to continue please." I cried and felt my head getting heavier.

"Aah!" Feeling a sharp pain in my head, I opened my eyes and found myself lying on the bed.

Looking around, I saw him asleep, sitting on the bed, leaning on the headstand.

He was holding my hand and sleeping really peacefully.

I saw a dream? What kind of dream that was even? Queer, it was.

Shaking my head, I looked at his face. Of course I hate this man. I've already said it a thousand times that i hate him with my everything, then what even was this dream?

And I can never hug this person like that, never ever. That kind of hugs are shared between the people who love each other, care for each other which totally contrary to how we feel about each other.

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.

Yes, I hate this guy and I have all the reasons to. All the reasons.

Engulfed in the thoughts I totally forgot that he was still holding my hand. I pulled my hand out of his grip and he got up in shock.

"Nandini, are you okay?" He asked, startled and I looked at him in disbelief.

"I'm great, was just about to leave for a jog. Wanna join?" I asked with a sarcastic smile and I saw some relief flash on his face.

"Waking up after 19 hours, this is your first sentence." He whispered with a little smile and moist eyes.

"19 hours?" I asked in horror and he nodded.

"What happened to me?" I asked and he looked away.

"You-you lost too much blood." His voice was getting heavy and he gulped.

"I didn't knew your blood group, they tested and arranged for it. " He wasn't looking at me for even once.

Getting up, he faced his back to me.

"You didn't know my blood group, then I guess you are not as efficient stalker as I thought you were." I commented and he turned to look at me.

He slightly chuckled in amusement with moist eyes.

"Welcome back Mrs. Malhotra. " He whispered with a small smile and I looked away.

"I'm not a middle aged Warden Mr. Malhotra, stop calling me that. I'm in my early twenties, too young for this." I cleared and his smile grew.

"Learn to accept the truth Mrs. Malhotra, now let me get you something to eat, then you have to medicines too. You are really weak right now." He told me.

He said I'm weak, but why don't I feel like it?

"I know, all thanks to you. " I taunted and his smile vanished.

"What do you want to eat?" He asked softly.

"You'll get me whatever I want?" I asked raising my eyebrows.

"Just say it. Whatever you want will in front of you in no time." He assured.

"Hmm... how about an apology then?" I asked he looked at me with an unreadable expression.

"Food." He limited.

"That's food to my soul." I don't know where this drama was coming from in me.

He scrunched his nose and I closed my eyes.

"I don't feel like eating, my mouth doesn't feels good." I told him.

"But you'll have to eat something before taking the medines, just eat a little. " He suggested and I looked away.

"I don't want to." I whined.

"But you will have to. I'm getting you something and you'll eat it silently. " He told me and went away.

Mission Boring The Monster has failed miserably, now probably I'll have to think of something else. But what? I can't even move from my place with all these injuries, what can I do?

"Here, have this soup." He came with a bowl of soup and I made a face.

"I don't want this. Take that away." I told him and he shook his head.

"Just have a little so I can give you medicines Nandini." As he took my name, I was somehow left speechless.

Smiling slightly, he advanced the spoonful of soup towards me but I held his hand.

"I can drink it on my own. " I told him and he shook his head.

"Let me do it, you had drips injected to you a few hours back, it'll hurt." He told him.

"Why do you care?" I asked in confusion.

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Dreams are sometimes a result of things going on in subconscious mind, I've heard. What's your opinion on that?

Hope you are liking the story so far. We have a long way to go together and I hope you are willing to be a part of it.

Love
Aashi❤