Warning: YOU’LL END UP FEELING SO SINGLE. SO DO NOT BLAME ME.
Vikram’s PoV...
Vivid dreams can fuck you up; it looks real, too real that you started questioning the reality when you wake up. I had to double think because what if Aashika is the figment of my imagination? No, this is real; she is sleeping in my arms, all cuddled up.
This is one of the reasons I hate antidepressants; it sucks, and I am groggy. I kiss her forehead; this is real, she is with me.
Tomorrow is Aashika’s birthday; she will be turning 19, and my mind went to last year and how everything started.
She stirs in sleep, humming, “Good morning, sweetheart.” I whisper, placing another kiss on the right side of her cheek.
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