I dreamt. I was in a room. With a guy. He was sitting at the edge of his bed facing a window, his back turned to me. I knew he didn't know I was there but I was rooted to that spot and couldn't move. "I miss you, Dad, I really miss you," I heard him whisper softly, pain dripping out of every word. My heart twisted painfully and I grabbed my chest looking at the guy. I tried to speak and nothing came out. What was happening to me? The pain continued to intensify to the point I could hardly breathe. That was when I woke up. My heart in shambles. More importantly, in pain. And the weirdest of all, tears were rolling down my cheeks. __________________ Darasimi is a final year student studying Biochemistry with a perfect 5.0 CGPA and has no friends, acquaintances and definitely no relationships. She is hated by her course mates for being snob and her ever controlling mother is always on her neck. Dara tried to thrive through all of this, I bothered and unaffected. But even that began to go wrong when she started having dreams of a guy. Someone she had never met and yet, she could feel every emotion he felt. Especially his pain.