Chapter 87

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.

Though it was a dream, it sends a shiver down my spine making my body feel weak, it likes someone poured a box of ice cubes through my head.

'I think you are thinking about him a lot these days' my subconscious mind replied to my unasked question.

Yeah maybe.

I closed the fridge and walked to the living room and sat on the couch where I was seated before. The book is still lying on the floor which gave me a recollection of that incident over and over.