I WAS ALWAYS YOURS

ONE

Amidst the oppressive heat blanketing London City, a solitary figure found solace in her bedroom, where the air conditioner hummed softly, warding off the sweltering temperatures outside. Cocooned in this cool haven, she drifted into a serene slumber, her body relaxing as she slipped into the realm of dreams. In this quiet, suspended world, she conjured her perfect Prince Charming—a vision crafted with the vivid strokes of her imagination. 

Each detail of their encounter played out against the backdrop of her subconscious, a tapestry of whispered promises and tender moments. In her dream, the oppressive heat of the city seemed a distant memory, replaced by the warmth of a budding romance that felt almost tangible, even in her sleep.

Her dream took a dramatic turn as he arrived, not on horseback, but in a sleek, new Lamborghini—the very same one she saw daily parked outside her friend Navya's house. The car's engine purred smoothly as it approached, its polished surface reflecting the afternoon sun, making it look almost ethereal. Her heart raced as he stepped out, exuding an effortless charm that seemed to make the oppressive heat of the city a distant memory.

The familiarity of the Lamborghini sent shivers down her spine, blending dream with reality. She watched, breathless, as he walked up to her doorway, each step echoing with the promise of something extraordinary. This was no mere fantasy; it was a vivid intersection of her dreams and her everyday life, leaving her with an unmistakable sense of anticipation and longing. In her dream, the boundaries between the possible and the impossible blurred, painting a dramatic scene that felt almost tangible, even in her sleep.

Her heart raced as the driver, her dream man, stepped out. With his back turned to her, he reached up to remove his sunglasses, an air of mystery hanging in the balance. He put the glasses on and was about to turn around to face her when...

🎵🎵"I might never be your knight in shining armour I might never be the one you take home to Mother And I might never be the one who brings you flowers But I can be the one, be the one tonight When I first saw you From across the room I could tell that you were curious (oh, yeah) Girl, I hope you're sure..."🎵🎵

The music seemed to swell around her, each note resonating with the beats of her racing heart. The lyrics mirrored her thoughts, an intense reflection of the uncertainty and desire she experienced. As the final note played, she held her breath, waiting for him to turn and reveal his face, the anticipation almost unbearable. In that charged moment, reality and fantasy intertwined, creating a tapestry of emotions that left her breathless and yearning, unsure if the dream would end or if it was just the beginning of something extraordinary.

She remains fixated on his back but frowns as a result of the unexpected tune that begins to play in the background, and her prince returns to the car and speeds off.

"Nah! Hold on!" She screams for him to stop and dashes behind the vehicle, but sadly, she twists her ankle and falls in the middle of the road.
She sits up and begins to pant as the car slams into her.

"Thank heavens! That was only another dream. "Putting her palm on her pounding heart, she lets out a heavy sigh due to the dream. After giving those embarrassing thoughts a shake of her head, she takes her phone off the nightstand and opens a text message from her boyfriend. 

From boyfriend: good morning beautiful 😘 .

She smiles and replies to him.

To boyfriend: good morning handsome ☺️.

After that, she opens another text from her friend Navya.

From Baby Girl: Get your ass up sleepy head, I'm on the way so you be ready on time 💋.