Tara
Sleep didn’t come gently.
I
t pulled me under.
Darkness.
Then—
the door.
It stood in the middle of nowhere, familiar in a way that made my chest tighten. Same wood. Same faint scratch near the handle. Same silence pressing around it.
I had seen it before.
In another dream.
My hand lifted on its own, fingers trembling as they wrapped around the cold handle.
For a second, I hesitated.
Then I pushed it open.
The room beyond was dim. Curtains drawn. Air heavy.
And there—
Aditya.
Sitting at a desk, his back slightly hunched, a diary open beneath his hand. A pen moved slowly, almost painfully, across the page.
He looked… different.
Not the boy from the party.
Not the one who smiled like nothing could touch him.
This version of him looked… tired.
Drained.
Like something inside him was quietly breaking.
I stepped closer.
“Aditya?” I called.
No response.
It was like I wasn’t there.
A strange dizziness washed over me, like the room was tilting—but I forced myself
forward, my eyes falling to the diary.
The words blurred at first.
Then slowly… they sharpened. I read the words he was writing-
I hate myself.
My breath hitched.
But I’m scared to tell her the truth.
The air grew colder.
What if she leaves me again… just like before?
My heart started pounding.
I don’t want her to be disappointed in me.
The pen paused.
A drop fell onto the page.
A tear.
These lies… they’re suffocating me.
“No…” I whispered.
Aditya wiped his face quickly, snapping the diary shut like he felt me there.
And then—
I saw myself, a version of me who didn't had a scar on her forehead this time too, came in his room
he looked up.
At that version of me
Like he could finally see me.
A smile appeared on his lips.
Too quick.
Too perfect.
Fake.
“You’re here,” he said softly.
And before I could react—
he stood, walked over, and pulled me into a hug.
Warm.
Familiar.
His hand pressed gently against my head as he kissed my forehead.
And just like that—
everything felt normal.
Safe.
Like nothing was wrong.
The scene shifted.
Blurry.
Unsteady.
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Fated strings of love
FantasyFalling for a red flag is normal isn't it, but Tara's life totally changes when she falls for Aditya, a definition of bad boy with a golden heart. But after meeting him She starts having weird precognitive dreams, where she finds herself ruined...
