You Are My Destiny {Re-writing}

Chapter 3: 😐Abnormal Routine😐

"Payal, I missed you," Vihar said, tucking a stray curl behind my ear.

I literally swooned there-- in my office.

"I missed you too," I replied shyly, averting my gaze from his eyes.

"I like your hair," he murmured softly, still running his fingers through my hair.

God, this was heaven. I wanted to sleep then and there, but blinked my eyes and looked into his eyes. The expression in his eyes made my sleep vanish in a second.

"What's wrong?" I asked, looking at his right hand which held a pocket knife.

"Nothing would be after I cut your hair," he snapped, grabbing a fist full of my hair.

He expertly placed the knife and came toward me.

"No," I screamed.

I woke with a start and shut the blaring alarm. Taking my hair in my hands, I cried happy tears realizing that it was a dream.

What was my brain thinking? Apparently, it was not thinking. Otherwise, it would never pair us together.

Looking at the clock, I opened my eyes wide realizing that I was 30 minutes late. I never woke up late and prayed to God to make everything normal as usual. I ran to my bathroom and was ready after 20 minutes. Taking one look in the mirror, I turned to leave but collided with the dressing table knocking the items to the ground.

Today is not my day.

I placed everything on the table and when I was about to leave a key chain caught my attention, making me remember someone from the past.

I don't want another reminder of him.

Shaking my head, I stood up.

After making sure that I had everything, I ran out of my room and took multiple steps at a time to reach downstairs.

"I hate these steps," I muttered to myself, descending the staircase. Immediately, I tripped and luckily caught myself at the last minute.

Note to self: Steps have ears.

I gave a kick to the staircase after getting down warning it not to mess with me. I hope it would listen to me from now.

"Finally, the sleeping beauty is awake," my sister who had been silent till now in the living room saw me and started speaking as if I was a remote to her voice.

"I did not sleep well, thanks to someone," I retorted coolly. Of course, my sister was not at fault. But I never back out at verbal comments, and I was not in a good mood because of him.

"Don't blame me. I told you to get up; you never listen," she told me, pulling her silky raven black hair into a ponytail.

"You know, I don't want to do something which I regret later," I grumbled, pushing a stray curl from my forehead.

What I was trying to say is that I had this habit in which I believe in routine.

"You know, I believe these but not to this extent." She pinned me down with a look. Her almond-shaped hazel eyes now narrowed into slits in response to my statement.

Well, she didn't need to know that I was afraid because of the dream. He was bad luck. Maybe I should visit a temple first. I shook my head.

No. I shouldn't be intimidated by him. In fact, he should be scared of me. Yes, that's it.

I looked at her. "It's nothing."

Hope she was convinced.

"Unbelievable. You are lying now." She scoffed. I knew the words which would tumble out from her mouth now, and I groaned.