Her Nightmare | 18+

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PARINIDHI

"You really know my favorite place?" I exclaimed, stepping out of the car and hurrying towards the lake, my surprise evident.

Devansh followed, wrapping his arms around me from behind. He rested his chin on my shoulder and whispered, "I know you better than I know myself, love."

A smile spread across my lips at his words. We stood there for what felt like an eternity, silently watching the water, a profound sense of peace enveloping us.

Gently, Devansh kissed my shoulder. "Love," he began softly, "being here with you brings me immense joy, but there's something I need to tell you. Shall we walk a bit further?" he asked, his voice calm.

I nodded slowly, feeling the weight of his words. Devansh placed his hand on my waist, pulling me closer, and together we walked towards the stairs, each step taken with a sense of purpose and tranquility.

We reached the stairs, and Devansh gently guided me to sit down, positioning himself two steps behind me. His unexpected action left me puzzled, but I chose to remain silent, focusing my attention on the calm waters before us. The serenity of the scene immediately began to soothe my restless heart.

"Pari," Devansh called softly, and before I could turn around, he extended his hand over my shoulder, offering me a handkerchief.

I took the handkerchief, examining it with a mix of confusion and recognition. It seemed familiar, but I dismissed the thought, assuming that such a handkerchief could be found with anyone. Still perplexed, I turned to face Devansh, my eyes questioning.

"It's yours," Devansh uttered softly, drawing my gaze back to the handkerchief in my hand. Struggling to dredge up memories, I grasped at faint recollections, but they eluded my grasp like mist in the morning light.

Sinking down beside me, Devansh continued, his voice tinged with nostalgia, "You gave me this handkerchief exactly one year ago, right here."

His revelation struck me like a thunderbolt, flooding my mind with fragmented images—I remembered offering a handkerchief to an injured stranger.

As the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, I turned to Devansh, a whisper escaping my lips in disbelief, "You were that stranger?"

Devansh gave a solemn nod, confirming my realization, and left me speechless with astonishment. The thought that I had crossed paths with him before our lives became intertwined in marriage felt surreal, like the unfolding of a forgotten dream.

As I turned my gaze back to the calm expanse of water before us, a swirl of emotions churned within me, a mix of confusion, curiosity, and a hint of something I couldn't quite place. Lost in thought, I could feel the weight of Devansh's steady gaze on me, grounding me in the moment with its quiet intensity, as if he could sense the turmoil within me.

I kept my eyes fixed on the gentle ripples, trying to steady my racing heart. "So, were you here because you knew this was my favorite spot?" I asked softly, my voice barely more than a whisper. I didn't dare look at him, afraid of what I might see in his eyes.

Devansh shifted beside me, his gaze also fixed on the serene vista ahead. "After I discovered this spot, it became my refuge whenever I felt distressed. That day, I found myself here unintentionally. It was as if my heart led me here, knowing I would find solace," he explained, his voice carrying a weight of emotion.

Although I understood my own reasons for visiting that day, Devansh's presence in such a wounded state still puzzled me. "What led you here that day, in such a condition?" I asked, turning to face him, my curiosity piqued.