Complicated. (Sequel)

27.

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When I was a little girl, my mother used to tell me fairy tales. The same Cinderella, Snow white kind of stories. I wanted a disney prince back then.

When I grew up a little, I, no longer wanted a disney prince, instead I wanted Raj from DDLJ. I wanted someone who would save me in every possible way and love me.

When I became an adult I wished that my love story could be as legendary as Meredith and Derek.

But love stories aren't supposed to last? Are they? Because Cinderella never really existed, and Raj wasn't married to Simran in his real life..Meredith and Derek didn't get a happy ending.

I tasted my fair share of love then, I fell in love with a man for the very first time, who made me the happiest and also shattered my heart into pieces.

Just when I had thought, my life wouldn't ever get better..another man walked into my life and sweeped me in his arms, he gave me love and all his devotion.

I thought my love story was finally going to be a happy one, but then my ex love came back into my life, reviving the feelings that I had never even thought were there before.

When I thought I had gotten rid of it, when I tried to mash down all my feelings, and forget anything that I felt, when my love for the man who saved me, over powered my love for someone who had broken my heart, I thought maybe this was it.

But it wasn't.

Because, there she was. A dead girl standing in front of me.

In my childhood, my mother used to watch this television show where the lead actor, Sujal died. His lover cried over his dead body and later on, the man was back to being alive.

So was this my very own television show? Was this even real? And if it was, Then how?

Faris was still stood rigid, his whole body in shock. I couldn't move myself, thinking of anything but that girl.

Was I numb? Was I not able to feel anything at the moment?

"My love." Ayesha whispered, eyes laced with tears.

How was she alive?

"It's not you. It's my brain." Faris mumbled, thinking it s a crazy dream. I had pinched myself twice, thinking this was a dream too. But it wasn't. It s a reality.

She walked forward, taking slow gradual steps towards Faris. Her hand touched his shoulder and he jolted back.

Eyes widened.

A gasp escaping his mouth.

"Ayesha! How?" He managed to choke out.

"I-I'll explain everything." She said back, her fingers kneeded his hair. She touched him like she had every right to. Like she owned him.

That boiled my blood.

This dead woman came to life all of a sudden and now she wants to touch my man?

"Back off!" I exclaimed in anger, finally getting a hold of myself but I wasn't in control.

I angrily threw the bag that was in my hand.