My Fake Wife's Dreams Come True

"And in the end, Dreams are just involuntary sensations, silly imaginations but can change your life by appearing or by coming true. From the wet dreams to Reality.

Like my life was created by dreams." [Jasmine]

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[Jasmine's POV]

The First Time I met him In real life, I was on my knees literally. I was embarrassed while He stood there cold and aloof tapping his shoe against the floor rhythmically. However, I couldn't see his face because he was wearing a mask. But one thing I was sure of that he was Handsome.

Breathtaking one at that.

Clouded but rudy blue eyes that any girl could get lost in and would never come back. Those were the set of eyes I always saw in my dreams but I couldn't remember that when I did meet him. I was too mesmerized and embarrassed to think about anything else.

A Perfect Well Built body. Lean, Lithe with not even one ounce of fat

A Tall figure That was too

Great styling sense.

He gave the vibe of oh so sexy Alpha Male.

Huh. Even though I was tempted to scream or jump into his arms but I didn't.

I pretended to keep a straight face when he yelled to Siddarth to take me away that he didn't have the whole day.

And there go his plus points into the drain. One thing you should always know about me: I liked Handsome specimens but it didn't mean I like the ones who were rude too.

Because I didn't. I never will.

But I knew one thing, My cheeks must be ruddy. Fire rudy. Because of embarrassment.

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[Abhinav's POV]:

The first time I met her she looked harmless with those grey eyes that had a stormy glint in them.

'God! Her eyes were beautiful.'

She had glared at me when I had asked Siddarth to evacuate her from my way. A glare that would have burned me if not for the A.C which meant she was sassy if my one line could make her glared at me. And I hated sassy women.

I didn't give much thought to her. But I surely would have if I knew this woman was going to turn my life upside down. That this woman would make me so fond of her that I would even throw my control over myself out of the window. If only I knew before! I would have never offered her to be my wife! If only!

It was a dangerous feeling not being in control of your emotions. Not being able to predict your life. She was one dangerous woman. A wolf in a sheep's clothing. One who came into my life through a stupid contract to make me pay for my sins. And she did!

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[Jasmine's POV]

Is it beautiful that all the good dreams that I saw while sleeping were coming true? Or will it end in a nightmare? I didn't know. But one thing I was sure of after we got married for the show, was that I was insanely in love with Abhinav Shukla. The kind that lets you go through disrespects, neglects the kind that burns your wings into ashes but you still want it. The kind where your heartbeat chases the unknown light in the darkness in the hope you will get to it one day. That was the kind of love I have fallen for!

[My first dream wet Dream]

The pitch-black atmosphere was impenetrable and I stood rooted to the spot, trying to stretch my eyes as wide as possible but I could barely make out a feeble outline of some distant object there was none. I stepped into the room more to see something that even I didn't know I wanted to see. As I stretched my arms in the hope to get some direction. What came into my hands was someone's palms.

My hot hands grabbed someone's cold ones in the darkness. And I shivered at the contact.

"Who are you?" He shuffled on his feet, making sure to graze my breast on his bare chest. I can feel him breathing heavily on my neck.

"A Stranger."

I laugh at his husky voice.

"No. You are my dream. My glorious wet dream." I surrounded his neck in my arms almost shoving him to the bed in the process.

"No. You are my dream. My glorious wet dream." I surrounded his neck in my arms almost shoving him to the bed in the process.

He mutters something under his breath that I fail to catch. As we fell on the bed. Me on top of him.

"In all my dreams you take charge of me, Today's my day."

I shut my eyes tight and sit on all fours almost sitting on his waist.

"You are too tall. I can not find your d.." I grunt in frustration as I try to find his dick in the darkness.

A husky laugh resounds in the whole room and my heart flutters in my chest.

"Who said to take charge? Huh?" He teases. And I shut my lips in annoyance.

With a scoff, I try to stand myself away from him only to be thrown out of his form to bed as his large form towers over mine. He on top of me.

'Ah! Are we playing this game?'

"Not so fast baby girl. Let me find my popcorn first."

Boom and the next second his hands were on my breast, squeezing them within the clothes I was wearing. The outlines of my nipples hardened against my dress and I inhaled.

I tried to come out of his arms but he tightened his grip on me, he leaned closer to my neck inhaling my scent placing tiny kisses on my neck.

"Mhm. You smell like Jasmine flower." He mumbled and I almost wanted to throw him off me, how does he know my name?

"I. you. Real."

My words were sucked by his ferocious kiss making me shudder beneath his touch.

'Ah! My first kiss!'

His lips felt soft but warm and wet. He pinched me on the thigh and I gasped. His tongue plunging into my mouth as he started swirling his tongue with mine.

A minute later he stopped his harsh kiss letting me breathe. As he joined his head with mine.

"You taste like heaven Stranger."His voice sounding seductive.While His muscular bare body pressed against mine as his hands started to roam around my barely covered body. His hands created a tingling sensation wherever he touched and in response, my breathing got heavier.

Another harsh kiss landed on my lips and with all the small sanity that was left in me, I kept my lips shut. Groaning he bit on my lower lip, I moaned and he took it as an opportunity to swirl my tongue with his. His breath mingling with mine and I realized he must have had a few drinks. Since he reeked of alcohol, yet it was mixed with the smell of cigarettes.

I felt my senses leaving my body as his amazing kiss left me wanting for more.

His big hands ripped off my dress impatiently as I struggled to look up at him.

Starlight shone on his perfect face. Asian skin. Blue eyes covered with thick eyelashes that were too focussed on trying to rip my underwear off me. His black hair falling on the side of his face appealing my brain to release chemical signals.

Frustrated, he rips it apart. Making me furrow my brows in bafflement.

"What are you doing?" I almost yelled at him feeling his bulge pressing on my leg.

"Shhh...Stranger. We are going on along. Long. ride. So relax." His mouth was too close to my breast that his lips brushed against them as he uttered the words. All while locking his blue eyes with my Grey ones. Lust shining in them.

"You." The words barely left my mouth when he harshly took my erect nipple in his mouth and bit me there while his stubble building pain with a weird sensation there. I let out a cry."Ah."

"You."

But it seemed he was too busy to get what he wanted that he even lost his hearing ability. Desire and fear overtook my senses When his right hand caught mine both hands. Pinning them above my head.

I struggled. Even if it was my dream. I didn't want to submit to him. Yet the little struggle only leads me to grind on his already hard manhood.

"Sorry. I will try to be gentle." His seductive voice sent shivers down my spine. As he loosened his hands upon mine.

The next second he was sliding into me. Hard and fast. I cried out in pain grabbing his shoulder. I muttered with difficulty.

"It hurts...

The stranger stopped suddenly and asked. "Are you a virgin Stranger?"

I didn't say anything. 'What was I supposed to say? Yes. I am. When he already took my virginity.

"I am sorry." Gently he moved my hair from my face.

"You have tempted me, to go wild on you stranger. I promise I will be gentle now."

He enters me slowly, this time licking all the harsh bites he had given me. As if apologizing through actions.

However, a few strokes later just when I adjusted to his large-sized his beast mode turns on. He held my legs up like a pole, wide and apart, and started hoisting his flag inside me As rough and fast he would have the ability. My legs shook like a pendulum and I scratched and scraped his back out of ecstasy as well as pain. Our hips swayed together but opposite ways and The first orgasm hit me like thunder sending lightning bolts in my core when he rained his cum in me with mine. Mixing it like sugar in water.

After two rounds, I was too tired to even lift a muscle but he made me turn around. Almost forcing me to sit on all fours.

"I am tired. Let go of me." I screamed. My voice too soft for even me to decipher.

"But I am not. Stranger. I have just started baby." He pinched me on my hips and I let out a soft cry.

"Remember to shout AB Stranger. It's the short form of my name. And own my manhood for tonight."

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"Sometimes, The truest realization is that you are betrayed by someone you loved too dearly."

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[Jasmine's Pov]

Mumbai the city of the sea, hope, chaos, magic. Often called City of dreams, yet even if I want to, I will not be able to count how many millions of people's dreams were swallowed by the sea of this city. How many people were drowned beneath its shiny exterior? What happened to them? Did everyone's dreams come true? No one can tell. Nonetheless, it was not the case with me, since it seems to fulfill my every sweet dream-like a magician carving my soul with a magical stick and filling my heart with nothing but gratitude for it.

'God. Please keep it that way. Don't make my sweet dreams turn into a nightmare in reality.' I prayed to God in my heart quickly. I hope it will remain the same for me. I have been jotting down a blog for Mumbai, for the last half an hour and every word that I have written came from my heart. Nothing was false.

Before independence, Gandhi Ji had arrived here straight from England for a protest. It was called Bombay before why? Go and read its charming history. Who knows? It might melt you! Or maybe it will make you fall in love with Mumbai the way I do. Now that Gandhi Ji's name is mentioned here you could imagine its significance in the history of the world. It has been a key place in many freedom struggles. So many, that I would leave this story to tell some other day.

Nowadays, at present, It's the home of some of the divine actors. From the legendary Amitabh Bachchan to the charming and witty Shah Rukh khan to the ever so Stunning Aishwarya Rai. Three names have carved a place in millions of hearts.

It is A place where you will see the blend of art, culture, dance, and music. Where you will see, Haji Ali, Gateway of India, to tan hotel. However, what It's most famous specifically for things like pristine beaches, Bollywood Stars, scenic places, or religious spots.

Mumbai is the perfect treat for camera lenses when it comes to going for market tours, shopping tours, caves excursions, and much more.

If you ever come here, do try our aromatic food like Vadapav, Dabeli, chat items, and other delicacies. The sound of my fingers dancing over the laptop lulled me to sleep, but I shook my head.

My eyes fell over the alarm clock and immediately I shut down my laptop. It was 9: 40 A.m. I needed to go for the job interview and I have only 20 minutes left. Without further ado, I rummaged through my clothes that were placed in the black and white almirah. It was a small-sized cabinet but could store all my clothes easily. My hands caught on the navy blue solid sheath dress with a v neck, short sleeves, concealed zip closure, and a straight hem.

Without waiting for another minute, I grabbed it, dashing to the bathroom. In ten minutes, I was ready. To look more professional I added a white fitted jacket and three-inch heels.

Grabbing my purse and car keys I left the room practically sprinting. My mother helped me by handing me the documents. Scolding me.

Her black eyes narrowing on me. "Jasmine, No one will give you a job without these documents. How can you forget about it?"

Kissing her on the cheek, I rolled my eyes.

"Sorry, Mom," I mumbled trying to walk past her when dad's voice stopped me.

"Jasu baby wait."

Smiling I turned around looking at his 6 feet 2 inched muscular forms. He was the only man who loved me more than himself. While he grins walking towards me.

"You stupid girl, Your brain is like a cauliflower. Didn't I tell you to not step out till you have this sweet curd?" daddy says as he forwards the spoon filled with curd.

I sip on the sweet curd, my tastebuds, or maybe my liver would be cussing me at this time, considering how much he was making me eat it. Almost every day. It would be no surprise if I have diabetes.

I roll my eyes as he awaits my reaction like those participants in cooking shows. I pretend to grimace to which he took the spoon back wanting to taste himself. His grey eyes turning a little disappointed while his lips tugged down. He mumbles to himself.

"Did I failed to identify sugar? Oh, God."

I keep my laugh. 'Hah. He is so cute.'

Tasting it himself his eyes lit up, just like how grey clouds do when the lightning strikes. While my grey ones shine in love.

"You brat. It's sweet."

"But I didn't say anything."He points his index finger at me, his lips smiling.

"You. Did. With your expressions."

I laugh pretending to tuck my hair in and he mimics my action.

His laugh booming in the walls of our three-bedroom apartment. Hearing him laugh so magically, my heart melts. 'God. Keep him laughing like this always.'

Mom rolls her eyes at us, and I stuck my tongue out at her.

She glares at me, while daddy comes forward pretending to save me from her glare.

She shakes her head at us.Yelling at my father.

"She will be late Bhag. Let her go first."

Nodding he turns serious, and I start walking towards the brown wooden door, yelling "wish me, luck dad."To which he responds by yelling back, "Good luck my baby. I know you will do good."

On my way to the ASR Building, I watched as a truck filled with chickens in the cages flew by my side, cars, honking my eyes drifting to the dream I had last night. I was standing in front of the largest building, yet the words written on it seemed incomprehensible to even read. it seemed night as I walked to the large staircase that would lead me to its doors. My eyes blinked while my leg twisted as I started to fall, someone screamed behind me when a pair of hands wrapped around my waist to stop me from falling. I forgot what happened after. I don't know, how. What I knew was, it would never come true. Who is going to catch a girl with glasses from falling?

"Haha. As if."

Holding my documents I walked like a model does on the runway. Chin up, shoulders out, back straight. I have forgotten the last time, I have come to interview. My blogs were doing great, I was getting enough money to sustain myself. But Sania... A name that might have been one of my best friends, if she didn't choose otherwise. Wouldn't have challenged me to find a job. She betrayed me for a man. Haha. Fucking amazing. For a second I wished I could have got the power to magically forget her. But I knew it was impossible....

Shooking my head, I glanced up. I was standing at the bottom of the stairs and gazing at the peak of the ASR building. It seemed to be almost 600 ft tall, built-in neo-classic style wishing to just go back and let my fingers dance on the laptop. But it was a challenge that I needed to complete for myself.

However, the moment I walked up to the stairs, someone screamed behind me. Unprepared my eyes blinked and I found myself falling the whole dream playing in my brain like a broken record. It felt surreal, could it be the building in my dream? Was ASR building? But it was night. I am here in the sunlight.

My contemplation stopped when I found myself wrapped in someone's arms.