Sometimes our dreams are like a mirror to our thoughts or problems. They show us what we hav been burying deep inside our minds and hearts without acknowledgement.
They remind us of unsolved problems, our pasts which left deep scars....wounds which weren't closed but left unattended instead.
That is what nightmares are made up of our fears and us....
At some point of time I must've fainted due to my fear or slept due to exhaustion. Being closed in this closet reminded me of all my fights I left unfinished...all my fears which I never faced. Unconsciously the darkness gave way to my thoughts. Sitting there made me realise not everyone will be there for you when you need them . Not because they dont want to but because they might know what your goin through. Its a part of life sometimes you need to be your own hero. So I sat there in the dim light of the closet thinking about all possible things my future...my present.
Suddenly my leg touched something which felt like a box. I turned around to see that it was a cardboard box hidden under the shoe rack. So I decided to take a look. But as I was going to open it a thought crossed my mind.
Wouldn't this be invasion of privacy ? But this is the best distraction from your claustrophobic fear .
Putting my thoughts aside I decided to take a look. There were photos , greeting cards and an album. I started looking at the photos first.
They were taking from perfect angles , all of them had Richard with a beautiful girl in his arms but in different poses. It looked like they were on a vacation. A really happy one. That girl was beautiful with blond hair sharp features and a cute smile. The way he looked at her in all the pictures showed how much he loved and adored her. Looking at them so much in love a tinge of jealousy spread in my heart.
So lucky this girl was to be loved so much by him. From the pictures it was evident he treated her like a princess.
I hadnt realised I was crying until a tear dropped on my hand . I didn't wipe my eyes because looking at those pictures made me realise and remember how much I was in love once....only with the wrong person.
Next I started seeing the greeting cards. They were all written with lovely quotes and poems. From them I deducted that the girl he loved her name was Samaira. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl .
I smiled and as I was about to take a look at the album when a drep voice interrupted me.
"What the hell do you think you are doing? Going through my stuff like you have a right to?"
Startled by the voice I looked up. I was so engrossed in looking at all the stuff tgat I did not realise when the closet door opened and richard came in. I could feel my face wet , because of tears or sweat I had no clue.
Without any warning he caught my arm, kicked the box aside and dragged me out of the closet.
I tried to be free from his hold but his hard muscular arm was draggin my entire body with him. It hurt but my mouth was too dry to speak. Once out of the closet I had to shield my eyes from the sudden exposure to light . He pushed me against the wall next to the closet. My back hit hard on the wall and a surge of pain spread through my spine. I flinched but it did not seem to affect him. He moved closer to me until there no space for even air to pass between us. Our faces were mere inches apart ...if he dipped his head any lower we would kiss . I gulped down my spit as my heart beat increased. As I anticipated he dipped his head down but near my hear and in a dangerously calm voice said
"I had mentioned in crystal clear words that we have to "act" like couple in love because my father will be introducing us to society soon. So stop fidgeting with my stuff and concentrate on your makeover""none of this deal is real nor will it ever be real. So stop behaving like my lover and get back to reality"
"You really lover her don't you? Then why all this facade with me?" I dared to ask
He looked at me with eyes full of anger and a strange emotion I couldn't point.
"Samaira" I said more boldly
He gave me a stern look and started to walk out but turned one last time and said
"I loved not....."
"Love her" I completed after he exited banging the door behind him.
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Crossing The Devils Path
Любовные романыRICHA CHADDA Is a succesful senior tv reporter and one of the best in her fields. She is enthusiastic, sensible and loves challenges . So when she gets an opportunity to make a small movie on prostitution in india she gladly takes it . But who knew...
