Dusky Moonlight

Chapter-3

Rathi's eyelids disturbed when something kept dripping on her forehead, she opened her eyes and touched the thick fluid in her trembling fingers, it was dark red in color. The place is dead silence and her breathing became rapid when she found herself covered in that thick fluid which is none other than blood. The dark place is soaking in the cold blood. Her eyes shot open in terror to see from where it's coming, the blood is gliding from the insides of her thighs.

She felt afraid yet she touched her sex and took her hand only to be soaked completely in the blood, her blood. She couldn't breathe and her wide eyes welled with tears. The more she feared, the more the blood came out from her groin.

"No!" she left out a scream and gasped for air but felt like someone strangling her throat. She closed her eyes when she felt nothing to do anymore...

Rathi opened her eyes from the bloody nightmare, and her tears started flowing out from her eyes involuntarily. She cried like a small kid since this is the worst dream that ever came into her life.

"Why you're crying?" that deep voice startled her even more. She turned her head to see Aadhiyan. Sitting comfortably on a chair crossing his legs he is watching her with concern in his eyes. He is dressed in all black which is attractive to look at.

"I have locked my door then how did you come in here?" she questioned knotting her eyebrows.

"Is it? But when I touched the lock it is open," he said like a good man and didn't do anything to come inside. Rathi narrowed her eyes hearing his reply. She knew very well that she has locked her door before going to sleep.

"Did you had a nightmare?" he queried changing the topic.

"I won't tell you," she sighed in frustration.

"I've warned you. Watch your tone," he threatened sweetly and got up from his seat. Taking a seat beside her on the bed Aadhi placed his hand on her forehead.

Rathi was taken aback as she thought he would punch her face for talking to him like that.

"You're having a fever,"

"I know," she said looking down.

"It must be something really scary, am I right?" he asked caressing her cheeks. Now the nightmare isn't frightening compared to the man sitting beside her.

"What did you saw?"

"Dark? Silence? Blood?"

Hearing that Rathi's eyes widened in shock and he identified what must be her dream.

"Do you get dreams like this often?"

"Yes," She nodded.

"Have you ever wondered why it is coming to you?" he asked.

"It's PTSD, my fears and the abuse that I went through is coming in the form of nightmarish visuals," Rathi gave a proper explanation so that this dude will shut his mouth.

He smiled, "You're smart." "But sometimes it can be a foreshadow."

"I don't know about others, but in case of you. It might be a warning sign," he smirked and tugged the hair behind her ear. His touch gave shivers to Rathi.

Warning? What he's talking about? Will it happen for real? Oh, God!

Already her day started bad and his statement made it worse. The morning was not bright like Rathi's life, her fever, dream, and this weird guy all stressing her out.

Aadhi observed her leisurely with his eating eyes and she felt uncomfortable.

"Get dressed," he told pulling the sleeves up that fell from the shoulder. His charming eyes bore at her silky nightgown that lying like a second skin on her boobs, unintentionally giving a clear view of its perfection.