MAUSAM
Mausam blinked her eyes open.
Instead of her old apartment ,
She saw white high ceilings.
She got up
And looked about.
She was inside the Kapoor mansion.
Her eyes welled.
It had been quite a while ,
Since I dreamed of this place.
It had been an absolute hell.
She thought bitterly.
As the sudden rush of memories overwhelmed her,
Her head hurt.
Ahh, even in my dreams this memories do not spare me.
So she closed her eyes and laid down ,
Pulling the duvet over her head,
She tried to do something.
Anything, that would make this horrible dream go away.
Then it suddenly hit her.
If I am in a dream
How am I aware that this is a dream?
She hurriedly got off the bed.
And then she saw it.
She looked like her younger self,
When she was in her 20s and young a
And married to Arman Kapoor.
Her face darkened
As she remembered her husband.
She sat down on bed again.
No , what nonsense is this?
Why am I dreaming of this place?
This bedroom?
She pinched herself.
Nothing.
She felt hurt.
Oh god , my super soft skin.
She was amazed to see how nice her golden skin was.
She shook her head.
Mausam focus on getting out of this dream and waking up, she scolded herself sternly.
Maybe I should scream, she told herself.
So she screamed," You bastard Armaan Kapoor ,
You total scoundral."
Nothing happened.
Why am I not waking up?
Does screaming even works for waking up in a dream?
But this felt good ,
Being able to shout and stand without her bones hurting.
So she screamed ," Reha ahooja ,
I hope your boobs fall off
And you get yeast infection in your vagina."
And then a sudden sound startled her.
She closed her eyes in fear.
Gingerly, she opened her eyes
She saw the door of the bathroom was slammed open
And there stood ,
HER HUSBAND,
Her dead husband,
Armaan Kapoor.
She was surprised to her core.
Her mouth was hanging open.
He looked as he has always looked.
Handsome as hell,
Though not as sexy as Her
Zade Meadows
But still.
His black shiny loafers,
long and mascular legs wrapped in tailor made pants,
Lean waist and broad shoulders
In a white shirt,
The only missing thing was his tie and blazer.
She shook her head.
" Nope. Get out. Get out of my dream
You small dick , Armaan Kapoor."
She glared at him.
Was it his soul that appeared in her dream?
How dare he appear in front of her?
How dare he?
Her mouth quivered.
She felt sad memories flashing in her mind.
Their marriage,
How he divorced her,
And how he died.
Her eyes filled with tears.
" Why? Why did you do this to me?
You should have lived , and fought with me, why did you die?
Why did you leave me?
You bastard!
You knew our children needed you."
She cried loudly and ran to him,
Hitting him on chest continuously with her tiny fists.
" Are you done?"
His cold voice sliced through her cries.
She looked at him puzzled.
" What is this new trick of yours?
And what is this talk of me dying?"
He coldly questioned her.
"Are you planning to kill me?" His eyes narrowed and venom dripped from his voice.
Seeing his dark and angry expression she got scared.
And she started to hicupped.
His hold on her shoulders tightened until he hurt her.
"Answer me!" He barked.
She shook her head .
" When is this dream going to end?
I hate it.!"
She cried.
His cold eyes pinned on her
" This is not a dream ,
It's your reality Mrs. Mausam Armaan
Kapoor. Better face it."
He bit out and let her go.
And she stared after him as he turned of his heels and took off.
Updated on 8/2/24