Man of her DREAMS - 1

Again..no please...same dream.. Who is this guy that haunts you every night?”, says a concerned roommate. But instead of replying she seemed lost in her own world, her world of dreams. She knew for sure that this guy in her dreams wasn’t haunting her, his deep intense eyes meant no harm. She even saw a touch of love in them, or so she imagined!

Days passed,months passed and with every passing dream of this unknown man, she felt a magnet towards him. “Maybe I am in love.”, she thought , enough to get her roommate all aroused. But on knowing the truth of this love for a man who does not exist only amplified her concerns for her silly friend. “You can’t fall for an imaginary person, come back before it’s too damn late.”, was all she could manage. But it was already too late.

Then one day…

A news article caught her attention, “Your mind can’t create faces, the people you see in your dreams are not imaginary. At some point in your life you have seen them, your mind had retained their face and is showing them to you again in your dreams.”. She thought for days, she forced her mind to recall where she had seen that man of her dreams but failed. She had given up all hope of finding the young man but little did she know that life had other plans!

TO BE CONTINUED…

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