AbhiRohi Chronicles: A Kaleidoscope of Short Tales

Stolen Dreams

Heya Readers,

Gotta this idea while reading an AbhiRohi ff, though it's purely my imagination but still I would credit the writer of "Stolen Dreams" for giving me the idea to write something on my AbhiRohi.

Let's dive in.

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"In the dance of time, if the melody of our love fades away, and the chapters of 'us' blur in your thoughts, just close your eyes and let your heart feel me, for love weaves a memory that no passage of time can steal."

Seated with a diary in hand, Abhimanyu immersed himself in the written expressions of his wife – a woman he had forgotten six months ago. Despite the memory loss and the role reversal where she treated him as a doctor, she remained a constant presence by his side. Though at times her unwavering support might have irked him, there was an undeniable magnetic force that drew him in whenever he gazed into her eyes. In those moments, a mysterious connection lingered, and Abhimanyu found himself lost, even without conscious awareness, in the depth of emotions that transcended the boundaries of forgotten memories.

"When the melodies we once hummed together become mere echoes, and the lyrics of our shared songs fade away, listen closely, and you'll hear our song in the whispers of the wind, for love's melody is eternal."

In the labyrinth of lost memories, he found a thread—an ethereal melody that wove its way through the fog of forgetfulness. It was a distant echo, yet it carried a profound relief, a balm for the wounds that adorned both his body and his fractured heart. The accident had robbed him of his past, yet this melody became a lifeline, a force that stirred him from the depths of unconsciousness.

As he gradually pieced together the fragments of his fractured reality, he discovered the source of this comforting tune—his wife. In those hazy moments between slumber and wakefulness, her voice, a serenade of his all-time favorite melodies, reached his ears. It wasn't just a random selection of songs; it was a soundtrack to their shared history, etched in the pages of her diaries. Somehow, her humming became the beacon guiding him through the dark corridors of his own mind.

During these six months of navigating the labyrinth of lost memories, he found himself inexplicably tethered to her. In a world where other faces and voices meant little, hers carried a magnetic resonance. He discovered a peculiar transformation – her scoldings, once mundane, now morphed into love's melodies, and every note seemed to stitch the frayed edges of his consciousness.

He realized that no other woman had ignited a spark of interest in his soul during this memoryless journey. It was her voice, her unwavering presence, that became the constant in his ever-shifting reality. Even in the chaos of his muddled mind, her essence became a North Star, guiding him back to the warmth of their shared existence.

Now, as comprehension unfolded like the petals of a long-forgotten flower, he embraced the truth. His heart belonged to her, and her alone. No amnesia could erase the indelible mark she had left on his soul. In the symphony of their intertwined destinies, he recognized the enduring refrain—he would always be hers, his Aaru's, even if the canvas of his memories remained blank.

"As the hourglass of our time together slowly empties, and the sands of 'us' slip away, turn the hourglass upside down in your thoughts, for love resets the passage of time."

He vividly recalled the Christmas party from just a week ago. Amidst the festive cheer, he observed Rohan, one of her colleagues and close friends, weaving a tapestry of laughter with his jokes. However, a particular moment etched itself in his memory – Rohan's swift action to prevent her from stumbling, his arms instinctively encircling her waist. Her face, adorned with a sweet smile directed at him, ignited an unexpected surge of jealousy and restlessness within him.