Part 1- The nightmare
She was running like her life was depending on it, because it was. Bare-feet, huffing, in a soiled white kurti, hair worse than a haystack, Nandini Murthy was running to find a
safe place on an empty road in the middle of the night. How did this happen to her?
Why did her night take such a drastic turn? Where was he? Was he searching for her? These were the question running
in her head.
Suddenly, she tripped over a stone she didn't see in the dark of the night and fell. It took her a
second to realise the stinging pain in her left foot and another to hear heavy
footsteps quickly becoming louder and louder which could only mean one thing;
the person she help high up on a pedestal was truly Satan in disguise. A rough
hand lifter her pulling her hair and she screamed her lungs out. It was torturous
and each limb in her body was aching.
"Nobody can save you now dearest Nandini," the husky voice whispered harshly as another hand closed around her mouth making her panic even more, "I told you! I told you to listen
to me and none of the events tonight would have happened, but you had to use
your head! You had to contemplate everything! Now, you have to pay for it!" She
felt herself being dragged by her hair against her will into the opposite
direction. Now that the hand was not clasping her mouth shut, she screamed
again and again until her lungs gave out
Nandini Murthy woke up with a start and realised she was
screaming. It took her a minute to absorb her surroundings and the familiar feel of the bed beneath her. She was in her room and it wasn't an illusion because she made sure by touching her blanket and the mattress. She brought up her hand to her cheek to pinch it only to find it moist with sweat.
It was a dream. It was just a dream. No, it was not a dream;
it was a nightmare which only took place because it was based on events that had happened the night before.
She fell back on her bed with a thud only a second later noticing a human figure at the other end of the bed. She screamed. The human
figure got up as if it was awake and ready to jump into a battlefield. She saw it fidgeting around, doing what?
"Nandini? Nandini, are you alright? What happened? Why did
you scream?" a very familiar male voice said. She immediately calmed down. It was her favourite voice in the entire world.
Wordlessly she crawled back onto the bed and into the arms
of the person. A second later she felt his hand caressing her hair and shushing her to calm her down. Involuntarily sobs found their way and she was crying in his arms. She didn't know how long she cried for but not for a second did the strong protective hold weaken. Eventually she felt him shift back and lay her down, he wiped her tears and cradled her to his chest caressing her hair until she fell asleep.
After all she had been through, she knew her saviour would
never let harm come her way again. He was her light as she was his. Her Manik.
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