I jerked from the couch where I fell asleep without my knowledge and the book, I was holding in my hand landed on the floor three feet away from me. For a second everything went blank.
The heartbeat in my rib cage raised heavily as it had attended a 10 km marathon. Oh god!! It was a horrible dream that I never ever had in my entire life neither I wished.
How awful that was!!!
I stared at the floor where he had laid in the pool of his own blood in my dream with so much emotion flooding through my heart.
It felt real. I wiped the sweat on my forehead using the hem of my shirt and walked towards the kitchen to get a glass of water to let go of my anxiety.
I took the water bottle from the fridge and gulped down a large amount of water in one shot. Why did I have that horrible dream? I didn't hate him that much, yet he came into my dream, and-- I can't even imagine this.
What would have I done if it had happened in reality?
No! Shut up Riya. I scolded my inner mind.