Tonight he is feeling surreal. A mission was accomplished, a privilege was attained and a secret was nurtured to see its revelation in the best form. He nudged the bedroom door and his eyes were delightful seeing someone whose presence here made him...
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"You girls can fall in love, date, go alone anywhere, and flee from your house for a guy but you can't trust a man enough to let him touch you? What kind of love is this? We will get married. What difference will it make if I claim you as mine before the actual three I do words? After all, it's going to be me who will get to touch your body afterward too."
That was some part of the night when she woke up, finding herself drenched in sweat, heavily breathing, and in severe fear. Only this line was running in her mind and she didn't know what it was. Her heart was thumping loudly against her ribcage. She saw a nightmare. The worst one.
As though someone was trying to strangulate her with his bare hands but he was constantly proclaiming these words. She was scared of him. She wanted to flee from him but he wouldn't let her do so. Everything was murky. She could only find a silhouette of a person in her dream. But it felt familiar. Like she had seen him before. Those eyes and that face shape were very close to her.
Andaleeb found herself in bed when she woke up. Her body was pressed against something solid and warm. She turned her neck around to find Masab lying so near her. One of his hands was placed over her arm. She was in her red silk night suit which she wore before going to bed. She again stared at Masab. He was sleeping soundly. This made her feel a bit relaxed and comforted her as there was someone beside her.
His usual warmth and protection gave her a sense of contentment but as soon as she recalled the happening from her nightmare, things triggered more. She quickly sat and looked around, placing a hand over her chest. Her head was hurting so much that it felt on the verge of blowing away. There was a vague darkness in the room.
Andaleeb got out of the bed and walked out towards the terrace. The sudden cold air hit her and her body started shivering. She tied the strap of her gown as she wrapped her arms around herself. What was happening to her? Where was her life leading to? Why did these words and that familiar voice keep on coming back to her, but she couldn't figure out who it belonged to? That was all just so insane. That statement always caused a chill to run down her spine. Her head started aching harshly as she struggled to remember it. But all she found was haziness and ambiguity.
Andaleeb glanced back at the half-opened door of the terrace. Her bedroom. Her husband was lying there. She just accepted a physical relationship with him. She liked it all with all her heart. She got a sense of affection and adornment whenever they were together. He loved her. She, too, was falling in love with him. But the flowers of roses just ended here. After that, there were thorns. Because he was the same man who kidnapped her. He was the same one who killed an innocent Aurang and then stalked her. How could she easily accept him like that?
She couldn't breathe anymore as the thoughts were getting overwhelming. Whatever she saw as nightmares was just her imagination or did it really happen? She grabbed her phone and dialed Daneen's number. Maybe talking to her would calm her down a bit. But then stopped her thumb over her name when she guessed the time. It was two in the night. Daneen must be sleeping. She shouldn't make her worried concerning her late at night. She canceled her plan to call her and moved over to the railing. There room was situated in such a perfect place that it gave the view of the main road from the balcony. Andaleeb gazed down and discovered the road so busy with vehicles passing around as though it was the time of day, not two in the night.
