𝐌𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 : [𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗗] ______ 𝙷𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐
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He lifted my dress
I felt his warm hand on my bare thighs, goosebumps arise in my body, when his hand reached upwards and he whispere...
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I woke up with a start, drenched in sweat. My heart raced as I realized it had only been a dream, though it felt so incredibly real. I couldn’t remember much of it, just fragments and a deep ache in my chest that wouldn’t go away. It was as if I had forgotten something crucial, and the heaviness of it lingered.
I glanced at my phone and saw that it was time to head to the university. Quickly, I got up, went to the bathroom, and got ready for the day.
“Ruhi, beta, come quickly and eat your breakfast, or you’ll be late!” my mom’s voice called from downstairs.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror one last time. “Is there something different about me today? I look so dull,” I muttered, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling.
Laughing at my own words, I grabbed my bag and went downstairs.
“Beta, please eat more. You’re looking very thin,” my father said as I joined them at the dining table. This was his usual concern, but today I was too restless to focus on the conversation, my mind still clouded by the remnants of my dream.
I chuckled, hugged my father from the side, and then my mother, who had just come from the kitchen with a plate of food. “Good morning, my inspiring love birds,” I said cheerfully.
“Very good morning, beta,” they replied in unison.
We settled into our usual breakfast routine, talking about our plans for the day. Then my father said, “Beta, we’re so happy that you’re our daughter. But now that you’re going to get married soon and leave us, it’s making us sad.”
I scoffed and said, “Papa, I’m only 22. Don’t worry about it. I’m not going anywhere after I get married.”
A pang of heartache struck me again, and I fell silent.
My mother, while eating, added, “Anyway, today feels strange. I have an uneasy feeling.”
My father placed his hand on her’s reassuringly. “It’s probably nothing. Let’s not worry. We need to get to work.”
She nodded, and I couldn’t shake the sense of unease either. I’d felt this way before, but I couldn’t recall when or why.
After breakfast, we prepared to go our separate ways. Though we had a car, I preferred taking the bus to university. There was something about the bus ride that I enjoyed.
Suddenly, it started raining heavily. I had no umbrella and had to catch the bus. I waited for a long time, but when the bus didn’t show up, I grabbed my bag and shielded myself as best as I could, running towards the bus stand.
As I reached the stand, I saw my usual bus pulling up. A sense of déjà vu washed over me—something about this situation seemed oddly familiar, but I couldn’t place it. My mind kept returning to the dream that had troubled me so much.
