Chapter 11: Dream

Siya

"You idiot!" I scolded Vishal, who laughed his ass off at me. "You told me you saw a fish in the lake but
instead you pushed me from behind!" I coughed, omitting water out from my nose and mouth.

"You should have seen your face in the mirror when I pushed you into the lake, It was very funny to
watch you screaming." He says, laughing.

"You stupid ass! What if I have died?!"

He looks at me with a smile, "I will never let anything happen to you."

"I don't trust you!"

"I swear of my mom, ok?" He never takes a fake swear of his mom, so I don't think he is lying.

"Okay, but now I am freezing because of the cold water, thanks to you."

He looks apologetic yet guilty, "I am sorry, here take this." He removes his shawl from the shoulder and
wraps it around me.

"Thanks for this, I am feeling warmer now."

"Don't mention, it was my fault, right?"

"No doubt."

I woke up in bed for the first time with the blanket on my body. Usually, I know I discard it in my slumber
because whenever I wake up I never see it on me anyway. That dream reminded me of Vishal again,
that moment we spent together was sweet yet I still used to scold him for pushing me, though, I was
only 12 and he was 16 at that time so I can't blame him, we were just kids.



Wait....!

I remember I slept on the balcony last night because Karan told me then how I am here?! Did I fly and
came up here or several magical birds helped me?

Stupid me!

This is not possible. I better stop watching Disney. Then, what is the possibility? Yes! Karan must have
placed me on the bed, but why did he do that?

I thought, he hates me. My eyes roam to the clock, oh no! It's 10:25! I am very late today, did everyone
have breakfast?!

How can I sleep for hours?!

"Adah! Come downstairs!" Maa sa yelled my name, breaking my chain of thoughts. I hope she won't
scold me.

Wrapping my hair in a bun, I ran into the living room, finding my parents waiting for me. I looked at
them, shocked.

"Mommy, daddy?" I call their names in disbelief, "what you both are doing here?"

They chuckled, "For the ritual, my dear, you forgot? Father comes to take his daughter from her
husband's home for a couple of days to her parent's home." He explained.

I nodded in understanding.

"Bhabhi sa, you should quickly pack your bags." Sunny suggested.

"Yes, give me 15 minutes," I said and came back into the room, and started to fill my clothes in the bag
as I took a quick bath.



"I am ready to go," I told them, dad took the bag from my hand.

I took the blessings from Maa sa for the last time and an instant hug to Sunny. "Bhabhi sa, Kaya, and I
will come to pick you up, okay?" Sunny said, smiling at me.

"Okay."

"Enjoy your time there, Adah don't worry about here."

"Thanks, Maa sa, take care."

"You too, dear."

We arrived home, and as I stepped in, Sanaya jumped on me for a tight hug. "Don't choke her," Aunty
said to her.

"Mom, can't I hug my sister cum best friend after a week?!" She spoke, folding her hands in anger.

"Of course, you can, but at least let her come inside properly, " She again hugged me but this time
lightly, pushing me on the sofa to sit. We talked for hours about how nice my in-laws are and how big
their house is like their hearts.

"And nothing about our son-in-law?" Mom asks me, curiously, noticing I skipped every part of the story
which has Karan involved. After what he made me do last night has given me a different impression of
him that I can't say whether it is good or bad.

"He is nice too." That was all I could say.

"Just nice?"

"Yes, he i-is." I stuttered, realizing I have nothing exactly about him to say.



"Aunty, come on, try to understand, she is blushing, thinking about my bro-in-law," Sanaya says,
tugging my shoulders.

Mom laughs, "Ohh, I can get it, I am keen to know our daughter got a loving husband." She told,
happily.

"I think she should rest now," Dad said, helping me to put my bags in the room, my room, it hasn't
changed in days everything is spotted in its place.

Resting for a while, I went to the kitchen to help mom which she gladly accepted, and while cooking
dinner we did mother and daughter talk, and this time it wasn't about the lies she told me to keep it a
secret but about Adah.

"You mean to say, she is in Mumbai?!" I repeated her words in surprise.

"Shhh." She looks around, speaking, "Yes, your dad doesn't know about it, yesterday she called me
from there, she needed some money ."

"But why is she there in the first place?"

"She wants to become a model and for that, she wants money to do a portfolio." She explains.

"Is she coming back?"

Mom shook her head, "No, and it's better for her if she never returned here or else, she has to face her
dad's worst side."

I just can hope she is doing fine there.


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