Felicidade

14. Dream or reality???

I was running barefoot through a tunnel. It was dark.

There were pebbles scattered throughout the road. I was bleeding. All that I was following was a fading ray of light at the end of the tunnel. I was running to reach that light.

Suddenly I could feel someone dragged me by my hand from behind. I stopped with a jerk and fell on someone. I collided with a scent, a fragrance that made me hypnotized.

I tried to lift my head to see who it was. Two strong hands were holding me. I felt my face against someone's chest. I felt something sharp was making its way into my heart. It was painful. There was an unfamiliar scent and feeling. But a feeling of desire which was almost making me go insane.

He whispered in my ear,

"Are you sure you're going to the right direction? Look here, am I not your destiny?"

I stood there holding him. I couldn't say anything. I felt the sharp thing piercing through my heart. But I couldn't withdraw from that embrace. He lowered his head and touched my lips. It was a smell which erased my earthly senses from my mind. I uttered like I was under a spell,

"Yes, you're my destiny. A destiny which is killing me."

"Ridhi...can you here me? Open your eyes girl...are you coming to your senses??"

I felt someone was hovering over my face. My head was paining like it was hit by a stone. I opened my eyes. My vision was a little blurry but I could see that it was Diya.

Ok! I was dreaming. What a weird dream!

"Thank God! You're awake! Are you ok now?", Diya is shaking my hand now. I can see how anxious she is.

I tilt my head a little to acknowledge that I am ok. I'm in a white room. There is a white bedsheet covering me. I guess it is a hospital bed. I can smell medicine. There is an IV drip channeled through my left hand. I can see Diya and Adi standing on my right. They both look extremely anxious.

Wait...who is that? I notice an unfamiliar face. But a face you can never forget if you see once.

Diya followed my gaze and suddenly said,

"Oh wait, this is Mr. Kim. Production manager of SK Entertainment. He's here to see if you're ok or not. He has been waiting since 1 hour."

Well, since today morning all I'm getting are repeated heart aches due to unbelievably pretty faces. I didn't believe that 'pretty men' exist because men are considered to be rough and handsome in India, not pretty. But all my stereotypes are broken since the day I've came to know these standards of beauty.

Mr. Kim is tall, at least 179 cm. He has bleach blonde hair. He has a strikingly amazing face. He's in a black suit and all I can see is an aristocratic prince is standing at the end of my bed. I try to sit up. He opens his mouth a little bit.

"It's ok. Please don't bother to sit up. How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine. Thank you. It really wasn't needed that you came to see me all the way here. You must be busy." I say after much trying.

"It's ok. You must be someone important that hyung has personally taken the initiative to admit you in our in house medical center. He told me to update him about your health too."

"Ummmmmm....hyung??...who are you talking about??? I'm sorry that I can't exactly follow." I stare at him with an interrogative look in my eyes.

"Hyung, Kim Seokjin. CEO of SK Entertainment? Don't you know him?"

I am not sure how to act. Kim Seokjin? Jin? He's the CEO of SK Entertainment? Really? That's why he was there?

Our research? Our field study? My scholarship? Was he the one meddling with everything in my life up to now since I came here?

Wait! Am I in his company medical room?? Should I hide? Should I run? Am I dreaming? Should I scream? What to do now?

Today is my angel's birthday. I wish him all the happiness and everything that is pure in this world. I hope that he recovers well and soon enough and smile again. I can't concentrate on anything due to him being sick.

Happy birthday Park jimin!!! My love, my soul, my angel. 💜💜