DREAMY TALES

Arylie || Aracunum: The Revenge ||

Wednesday, 4:35 PM, at Imile's House

Imile's eyelids fluttered; she remained trapped in her nightmares, her unconscious face twisted in agony.

He took out his guitar and began playing a haunting melody, the same tune that echoed through Imile's recurring nightmares.

Khoyi kahan hai tu paas toh aa... 
Chu le mere yeh rooh paas toh aa 
Waadiyan dhoondhe tere bholi haseen 
Aankhon ke sheeshe mein tu hai basi..

Bas tere aahat bas tere yeh aahat 
Main mit na jaun paas toh aa... 
Main mit na jaun paas toh aa...

Imile grew restless, her breath becoming labored as the nightmare once again took hold in the depths of her sleep, recreating the familiar backyard of her Kashmiri home.

In the Nightmare:

Imile dashed out of the house, glancing back every millisecond as if being chased. Suddenly, she collided with someone. Fear gripped her as she clutched her dress tightly and raised her head, taking a few steps back upon seeing Aryan.

"Come, Imile, you can see me now," Aryan whispered in his husky baritone.

Yes, it was always him who haunted her nightmares, the one responsible for her every torment.

Imile shook her head vehemently, stepping back as Aryan approached. She rushed towards her backyard, but he materialized in front of her, leaving her astonished. A shiver ran down her spine.

"I'm Aryan Singh Rathore. Imile, no matter which corner of the world you flee to, I'll find you because... you're mine," he murmured, a smirk playing on his lips.

Before she could utter a word, a gunshot echoed, and she awoke, screaming his name.

Nightmare ka khatma, ab bhatkege uske aatma 😈🍷

Imile's eyes flew open, drenched in sweat. Aryan smiled at her and approached, asking, "Are you alright, Imile?" She looked at him with disgust.

Wednesday, 4:47 PM, at the Hospital

Rupi's fingers twitched slightly, and she took a few deep breaths. Suddenly, her heart rate escalated, and her body shuddered, still connected to various wires. With a scream, she awoke, breathing heavily.

The nurse rushed in, hearing her scream, and found her sitting up in bed, her expression unstable and fierce.

Rupi tried to remove her IV tube. "Aryan... Imile, Aryan will kill him. I... I need to save him."

At Imile's House —

Aryan attempted to caress her face, but she intercepted his hand and pushed him forcefully, causing him to crash into the wall. Her anger surged as she recalled the events of that fateful night.

Aryan rotated his neck, stretched his limbs, and then laughed loudly. Enraged, Imile grabbed his collar and pulled him towards her.

Imile's grip tightened. "Was your love so profound that you destroyed it with your own hands? Was your affection so intense that you obliterated it? Was your obsession so deep that you buried it with your own hands?" Tears glistened in her eyes as she pulled him closer.

Aryan detached her hands from his collar and pulled her closer, whispering, "Finally, you remember everything. Do you know how long I've awaited this day? Look how qualified a doctor I am. I solved your nightmare problem. I always knew you weren't alive; I mean, how could you be when I buried you myself? And look at my love; I'm as obsessed with a spirit as I was with you."

Imile pushed him away. "This isn't love, Aryan Singh Rathore. This is madness. You might have destroyed my body, but how will you destroy my soul?"

She snapped, now appearing in her bridal attire, her jewelry misplaced, hair disheveled, dried blood marks, and smudged kajal, just as she was when she died.

At Rupi's Side -

She somehow reached Aryan's house, avoiding the headache and spine pain, evading the doctors and nurses.

She tried calling him from a phone booth but didn't have his number.

She rushed to his house, only to find it locked and in a dilapidated state as if untouched for a long time. Ignoring the situation, she hurried to the hospital where he used to work.

At Imile's House

Imile opened her red, swollen eyes, rage rising within her. "What harm did my mother do to you that you killed her? For a moment, I believed you truly loved me, but I was wrong. You proved me wrong in the most brutal way."

Aryan smirked. "I could end you today, mein chahun toh aaj bhi Katam kar sakta hun Imile, and maybe I will. But what can I do? Dil ha me manta nahi,"

Imile raised her hands, glaring at the mirror and glass windows. The mirror shattered into pieces, hitting Aryan and making him fall, bruises forming on his body.

Aryan stood up, stumbling slightly, wiping the blood from the corner of his lips. "In love, even the pain inflicted is cherished. These are just scratches. Don't worry, Imile; my love won't end because of this. I'll love you forever."

"Then why did you kill me?" she cried, raising her hands again.

All sharp objects in the room—knives, nails, glass shards—floated in the air, directed towards Aryan.

Nazrein chaatein hain didar karna 
Dil chahata hai pyar karna 
Kya batayein is dil ka aalam 
Naseeb mein likha hai intezaar karna

To be continued...

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