OUR OBSESSIONS - FATE of LOVE

Chapter 17

Hi, my loves❣️

Welcome to the new chapter of the story.

Hope you like it.

Warning: A little mature content at the end.

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🖤ESHA🖤

"Esha!!" I heard the same soft and gentle voice calling out my name as if pleading with me for unknown reasons. He was very close to me, squeezing my hand, and I could feel the warmth of his touch, yet the next nightmare refused to let go.

I started to hear the voices again. It feels so real as if they are talking to me by coming to the front of mine yet I can't see them. No matter how much I tried to erase those voices I can't help but hear them whisper in my dream. On the contrary, whenever the voice rang in my head I could only able to remember the part of the dream.

"No, Dad! No, please... I'm begging you..." I was pleading as desperately as I could as if I were begging a stranger for the life that is on thread level. But the eyes that met mine were not those of my father as who he is in my world now, cheerful and enthusiastic; they held remorse and an apologetic glint that was unfamiliar and unsettling.

It was not easy to recognize my own father under the guise of this stranger who refused to acknowledge my pleas. His grip was gentle, yet it was iron-clad to me. He was dragging me without any regard for me as if he were shielding me from grave danger. The room was shrouded in darkness, save for a small ventilator that provided a hazy light to distinguish between the dark hours of the day and the pitch-black nights.

I struggled to break free from the dream and open my eyes, desperate to escape the suffocating darkness that had enveloped me.

"Dad!" I woke up with a jolt, and gasps, trying to get oxygen to my lungs.

I was in the same flat, the same bed I slept last night, but it felt like it was not real. What's that dream? Why have I been dreaming of this same one for the past few days?

I processed everything that happened these past days and the words from Dhruv that night hit me straight to the soul.

Miss you, firefly.

For the first time, I saw something in Dhruv's eyes that I couldn't decipher. Something like someone possessed him to say those words from his lips without his consent.

It's been a half month since I last saw him. Is he ignoring me again or did he respect my words and give me space and time to think over it as I asked him to?

Did he just say that because he felt guilt or regret or –

My phone rang bringing me out of my thoughts from Dhruv.

"Where are you, baby?"

Aari (Aarti) shouted through the phone which can have the effect of my ears bleeding.

I quickly moved my phone away from my ears.

I checked the time on the clock that was hanging on the wall beside the bedroom door. It showed a small hand at 9 and a big hand at 12, which means it's 9 AM.

I cursed myself. Today I was supposed to meet them at the Sugar & Salt Café at 9:30. It will take me at least 30 minutes from my flat to get there. Which means I'm dead with Aari.

"Esha I promised to myself that I would be a businesswoman, not the murderer who killed her best friend for being mute when I called her and late for the girl's coffee date which we have been postponing for a month," Aari said sarcastically and in her voice.