His Anaa | Blinded By Love

🥀 Eleven • Wildest Dreams 🥀

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Say you'll remember me

Standing in a nice dress

Staring at the sunset, babe

Red lips and rosy cheeks

Say you'll see me again

Even if it's just in your wildest dreams,

Wildest dreams
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He went to Kismet the next evening. To talk to Sahana. She was sitting at the bar and looked pretty drunk. Raghbir quietly sat down beside her and ordered a drink for himself. Hearing his voice, Sahana turned to look at him.

“Did you fight with Di, again?” She asked him in a slur.

“Nope, I'm here to talk to you.” He replied.

“Me? Okay, talk to me. I need some company too.” She smiled and gulped down a shot.

“Why did you get Abhimanyu's car crashed?”  He asked her calmly.

“Oh,” She chuckled, “How did you figure that out?”

“Angana figured it out.”

“Hmm, my sister is sharp.”  And she drank another shot.

“Saani, why did you do this?”  He asked her with a serious expression.

“Because I wanted to do this. I wanted to hurt him.”  She replied, taking another shot.

“Why?”  Her reply left him confused.

“His presence irritates me.”  Yet again she gave him a mysterious reply that didn't make sense to him.

“Did he do something?”  He tried again to understand what was wrong with her.

“No.”  She shook her head.

“Then?” 

“Do I need a valid reason to hate him? Can't I just hate him because I want to hate him?” She asked him in an irritated tone.

“Saani, don't act immature. If you don't want to marry him, then don't. But a car crash is extreme. He could have died.”  He too raised his voice.

“I wish he had died.”  She yelled and took another shot.

“Saani, I can talk to your parents if you want. I'll try convincing them to let go the idea of getting you married to Abhimanyu.”  He offered.

“Jiju, I... it's not that easy. Does it make sense if I say I don't mind marrying him but still I hate him?”  And her confusing statements continued. Raghbir could hardly understand what was going on inside her head. Or maybe she herself wasn't sure about it.

“No, it doesn't.”  He shook his head.

“Ah, why am I so confused?” She sighed and put her head down against the counter.

“What will you do now? Marry him or murder him?”  He finally picked his drink that was served minutes ago.

“I think I'll marry him then murder him.”  She took another shot.

“Sounds perfect to me. We can plan his murder together.”  He smiled, patting her head.

“Jiju, I wanna sleep.”  She pouted, putting her head against his chest.