The man of her dreams

She closed her eyes and wondered if he would come to her tonight? It had been months. She

grinned, remembering the last time she saw him. He had slipped the ring on her finger that time.

And how handsome he looked – tall and lean. And hadn’t he been so protective, almost bordering on

possessiveness?

“No, don’t go there,” he had instructed her.

When she gave him a quizzical look, he had just replied with a stubborn shake of his head. But those

eyes, those hazel brown eyes said a lot more. They burned with love for her, a love so intense it

swallowed her, it submerged her completely. She had basked in that love for entire days after.

Would she feel that love again tonight? And sure enough, he did listen to her silent calls!

She found herself dressed in a beautiful pink saree. A friend was helping her with her makeup. Then the

wait began. While she met up with various guests, some known, some unknown, they all waited for the

groom to arrive.

The groom was the best looking groom she had ever seen. And then her heart broke realizing who it

was. Her dream man was marrying someone else, someone she knew well, a friend’s cousin it seemed.

As he crossed her, their eyes met. Hers brimming with tears and hiding a thousand questions, his

shining, and speaking revenge. Yet there was love for her, that same intense passion, curtained behind that look of triumph.

She awoke with a start, not gently, with a smile like other times. Probably it was the loud hoot of that

owl outside. She was soaked in sweat. Her face was wet with fresh tears streaming from both eyes. A

dull ache thumped inside her ribs. It was a dream, just another dream, she consoled herself. Wasn't it?