Loving the Nightmare ✅

Chapter : 3

Misha's POV:

No, he isn't the same Varun. I must have misunderstood or misheard what Mom said.

I thought, desperately trying to make sense of the situation. Confusion hung in the air as I struggled to reconcile the image in my mind with the reality unfolding before me.

"Mishu, what happened?" Mom's concerned voice broke through my thoughts bringing me back to the present.

"What did you say? What is his name?"

"Varun. Varun Jaisinghani." Mom repeated, her words echoing in my mind. Doubt lingered but a part of me feared it might be true. Or maybe, he is just some another Varun.

"Do you know him? Wait, I'll show you his picture."

Mom reached for her phone and my anticipation grew. The seconds ticked by, each one heightening the uncertainty. My heartbeat echoed an anxious rhythm. I secretly hoped it wasn't him.

"See, here it is." she said handing me the phone.

With trembling hands I took it, the weight of the moment pressing down on me. Before looking at the picture I hesitated as my mind raced through a multitude of emotions.

After mustering the courage, I finally looked at the screen.

The shock hit me like a tidal wave.

It was him.

The man I had always loved.

He was the same Varun I had admired from afar and the revelation sent shivers down my spine.

Questions flooded my mind.

How is this possible? Isn't he already married?

The pieces of my once-certain world seemed to crumble leaving me grappling with a reality I had never anticipated.

"He is handsome, isn't he?" Mom asked, her smile radiant with excitement.

I looked at her and then back at the picture.

Indeed, he was handsome—as always.

The familiarity of his smile stirred memories. It was the same smile that had captivated me time and again.

How could this be happening?

My mind struggled to comprehend the situation. Confusion engulfed me and I couldn't understand why he would agree to another marriage when he had already found the love of his life.

"Mishu, what happened? Why are you so tense?" Mom asked as she settled beside me.

I shook my head unable to put the jumble of thoughts into words.

"Do you know him?" she asked.

I did.

All too well.

"He was my senior." I replied, my mind still trying to process everything.

"Wow, great! A friend of mine told me about him. While we were talking about your education, she mentioned the same college you attended so I thought you might know him. Turns out he was your senior." she said with a chuckle.

"Mom... he is married." I blurted out my confusion reaching its peak.

I was on the verge of tears.

"What?" she asked, shock clearly visible on her face.

The revelation had left her stunned. Had she known he was married, I'm sure she would never have shown me his picture.

But then another question arose.