Chapter 2 1

Author's POV:

A girl is crying hysterically while running. Terrified from the one chasing her. Reaching an isolated place she tripped on her steps when the person caught her and said while hugging her from behind securely so she can't see his face "jaan where do you think you're going huh? You can't leave me. I have waited years for you. Now that I have captured you, I will get you whether you want or not" "leave me" she yelled panicking. But the boy turned her and claimed her lips before she could see his face to stop her from screaming...

"Get up Aadhya. Get up or you will be late for college." Aadhya's mom called her.

Aadhya got startled up and her dream broke as she woke up "I'm up mom" she answered wiping the sweat from her forehead. Taking a deep breath "It was just a dream" she chanted trying to calm herself.

Aadhya's POV

Ughh again the same dream... Why have I been getting the same dream since my childhood? Ahhh I'm already 19 and this dream just doesn't seem to cease. Who is that man? Why he is calling me jaan? And why the hell can't I just forget this dream?

Hey there spare my blabbering. I am usually not this talkative it's just occasionally but hey I am sorry for not giving my introduction. (Author rolls her eyes saying she just can't stop her mouth from speaking bluffs)

Hello my name is Aadhya Sengupta. I'm 19 years old enthusiastic student who loves food, chit-chatting, hangouts and chocolates. I'm from Kolkata, pure Bengali. A proud Indian teenager who just passed school and now a collegian. Well about my physical appearance I'm not an 'oh-wow' beautiful girl rather a girl with whitish complexion having a pretty average face. I have medium length black hair and brown eyes.

I'm not skinny like a model but have appropriate proportions of flesh at right places making me rather full. But I don't care about it, I love myself. My mom was rather worried and told me many times to lose weight but hell with that. No matter how much I tried I always failed so I had stopped making attempts and rather am enjoying my life to fullest.

I don't even know how to do make up or don't have any proper dressing sense. I'm an introvert but not the type to remain silent but the type to keep my things to myself. But best thing I like about myself is that I am a writer on wattpad.

My mom's biggest tension is how she will marry me off.

I write stories but the truth is that I write about my dreams and then finish it in a perfect story. Except few of my close friends no one knows that I am a writer.

Well talking about my friends I have many friends thanks to my blabbering nature but my best friend is kshitija. I met her when I began writing. She's also a writer like me.

Well the reason is we became friends is that she also has the same problem like me. She also dreamt some similar things from her childhood that she moulded them into novels. And just like that we became best friends.

Nothing is perfect in my life. My parents do not want me because I'm a girl. Like I care about that. I care about only one person but alas! He doesn't know about it or I don't think I will ever tell him that. I'm in love with him since I was 15 but he doesn't love me scratch that he see me as his sister. And why not after all I'm his sister's niece.

Yes he is my aunt's brother. They both are orphans. So after my uncle's marriage he came to live with us in our house. At first I always felt weird around him but then slowly I fell for him. But now he is going to marry the girl he loves. Oh I didn't tell his name. Stupid me.

His name is Akshar Banerjee and his fiancée is Asmita Chatterji.

I should envy that girl but she is so sweet that no one can envy her. She is also a poor soul. She got married at a very early age and became widow on her wedding day. I don't know much about her but she deserves Akshar.

Well in all this I am thinking about the man from my dreams. I don't know why but I feel he loves the girl very much and the girl I saw in my dreams is me. So basically it's me that he loves. I don't know if he is real or not but if I find him I'm going to reject him. Because I can't love anyone except Akshar.

I can't forget that eyes which held so much possessiveness, love and lust. I just can't understand how anyone can ever love a girl like me.

Sometimes I wonder why I'm even alive when my own parents doesn't want me. I should die but again my friend kshitija makes me believe that someone is waiting for me.

I tried to commit suicide because of this dreams but I failed miserably. The dreams makes me insane. My parents took me to doctors but they don't know why I'm getting this dreams again and again.

I still remember one particular day when I was on my way to school an old lady called me asking "beti tor boyos koto?" (How old are you?)

"amar boyos 17 keno ki hoi 6e?" (My age is 17 what happened?)

"ar besi somoi nei tor Kache.. Matro 2 bochor ache. Ja anondo korar kore ne. Akbar o toke Pele nijer Kache bondi kore rakhbe." (You don't have much time, only 2 years. Live your life happily till you can. Once he get you he will make you his prisoner. The day he gets you will be beginning of your doom. You can beg for all you want but all will you receive will be his madness.)

I was shocked when I snapped "dekhun aisob charun. Ami biswas kori na" (just leave. I don't believe any of your shit)

"koris na biswas. Somoi toke nije bole debe" (don't believe me now. Time will say everything)

Then I just left from there.

I remember the lady's word as it was just matter of yesterday. Because the time she told has come. Time to prove that all her words were false. Because no one will cage me because I'm not a girl to be caged.

"Aadhya are you coming or not?" my mom screamed from downstairs breaking my trail of thoughts.

"Sorry mom coming" I said and got ready.

Today is my first day of college I'm nervous as hell but I need to face it.

So after finishing my breakfast I left for college.