Prologue 2

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She tried calling out. But her voice wouldn't come out.

Her ears rang.

Head pounded.

Her feet felt cold.

Blood. Lots of blood.

Nightmare. Yes, it was probably a nightmare. If she hadn't gone along with Tridha's idea of watching the murder mystery then this wouldn't be happening right now. The first thing to do in the morning would be to throttle the brat. She's been acting too wild lately. No respect for elders. She had constantly been on the edge of her seat while watching--

"Niy-Niyati."

In the nightmare, Advaith looked in pain though. Probably knocked by a football and then tripped down the stairs.

She sat beside him to treat his wounds.

Why was he staring at her like that?

"Niyati" he called out again sounding more breathless this time.

Cupping her neck, he pulled her towards him. His palms were warm and wet. Distantly her mind could register some metallic odour. She felt his warm breath followed by his lips on her forehead. She could see his lips moving. It felt like watching a movie in some foreign language without subtitles.

All of a sudden her back was on the floor with Advaith on top of her. He isn't moving. Someone else is looking at her as well. That someone was trying to pull Advaith away from her. Nightmare or not, she wouldn't let anyone take him away from her. She put her arms around him and hugged him fiercely. Only if it was real. He wasn't this pliant in real. He would always run away from the slightest show of affection. She could let herself enjoy it until it lasts. The nightmare was slowly turning into a lovely dream. She should probably thank the brat tomorrow and try hugging Advaith in real, only for his face to contort.

In the distance, she could hear sirens. The blurry figure was trying to get up only to trip on its feet. It climbed on the windowsill and jumped out. Somebody else was on the door now. The dream was getting a bit distorted now. She should probably try sleeping in the dream as well.

The first thing to do in the morning would be to tell Tridha about her bizarre dream.

She could still feel his lips on her forehead.

She could still feel his lips on her forehead

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