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Pia's POV

"I... I can't do... Do this." I heard him say and all the rush of adrenaline I was feeling from a few seconds ago faded away. I jerked back, digesting his words and turned around. I cannot let him see me like this right now. I felt my vision go blurry and I blinked my eyes rapidly to push those tears back.

"Pia-" He kept his hand on my shoulder, again, creating a havoc inside me with his touch but I pushed the feeling aside and jerked his hand off my shoulder and cut him off even before he could speak anything.

"Please leave me alone for some time Swayam..." I mumbled under my breath, trying my best to make my voice come out steady. I need some space to wrap my mind around this present situation.

"Let me explain... Please..." Swayam begged, walking in front of me and I immediately turned my back to him again.

"Please... Just go." I whispered, gulping down a painful lump that formed in my throat. I heard his retreating footsteps and the main door slam shut with a loud thud. My knees gave up and I collapsed on the bed. A couple of tears escaped my eyes but I wasn't crying. No. I couldn't cry here. I was hurt. He rejected me straight on my face. I was feeling... humiliated. Am I not desirable enough? Am I not good enough for him? He was kissing me and touching me in the same way right? Then what went wrong? Did I do something I shouldn't have? Why did he all of a sudden reject me so bluntly? A pain spread in my chest just with the thought of it.

But more than anything else, I felt embarrassed. What will he think of me now? I acted so desperate. What was I thinking before going ahead with these things? I am ready, that need not mean even he was ready too... Where did I slip this important point before planning all this? Oh god! What mess did I create now? Why couldn't I wait a little? He will probably think of me as a desperate needy woman now... How will I face him? This is so embarrassing!

I robotically got up and picked up the drape of my saree which had fallen down and changed into something comfortable. I looked around the room and didn't find him anywhere. I frowned thinking where he might have gone at this hour? Shit! I shouldn't have sent him away. I went to the balcony there, hoping to spot him somewhere but didn't find him anywhere.

I sighed and walked back into the room. Maybe he will take his time. I slid into the covers and switched off the lights, keeping the night lamp on. On a side, it's good he is not here. I don't think I can bear him being so close to me yet not talking, leave alone touching or being in his safe arms. I changed sides but sleep seemed to be nowhere near me.

I heard the door click again and slow footsteps getting louder by each step. There was a little shuffling in the far and I could feel him walk upto the bed. I pretended to be asleep, not ready to face him right now. The light from the lamp darkened, making me realise he was standing in front of me now, by my side of the bed, my heart starting to beat faster again. I could smell his cologne and his presence really close to me. I tried my best to act as if I am in deep slumber. A finger brushed the hair off my forehead and felt his soft lips press onto the side of my head.

"I am sorry, love." He whispered and caressed my cheek and the very next moment, I lost his warmth and the bed dipped on the other side. After hearing him apologize, all the questions rushed back into my mind. Did he regret what we did or he is sorry for rejecting me? Why? Why did he reject me? I tossed several times but I couldn't sleep, with all the thoughts and mixed emotions battling in my mind. Somewhere near to the dawn, I felt my eyelids growing heavy and I slipped into a dreamless sleep.

I squeezed my eyes shut when I felt a piercing light fall on my eyes but it immediately went away and I smiled, slipping back into my sleep. The light shone again and I frowned but it was put off again. I groaned and turned to the other side, pulling the quilt closer to me and sighed in relief.

"Good morning..." I heard a soft whisper in my ears and my eyes flung open instantly. I turned to my back and saw his smiling face hovering over mine. I frowned and blinked my eyes several times, trying to recall anything that might have happened for him to do this but didn't find any. As far as I remember, we slept on non-talking-terms with each other? My frown deepened as he pulled away and I sat on the bed, resting my back against the headboard, every bit of sleep vanishing into thin air.

"What are you-" I was quietened by his finger which pressed down on my lips and this very little act of his made my heart race all over again. Why does he have such an effect on me? He sat down in the small space on the bed beside my legs, his finger still in place.

"You will listen to me now... I want you to listen to me this time before jumping to conclusions yourself." He said and I nodded after which he retreated his finger. He sighed and looked away for a few seconds before he looked back at me. I couldn't look into his eyes due to embarrassment and I immediately averted my eyes. The hurt and even somewhere, the anger of him rejecting me surfacing back.

"I want to talk about yesterday..." He trailed off, my eyes training back to him and he was looking down at his fingers on his thigh. He heaved a deep breath and held my palm into his. I wanted to remove in from there but his grip was strong, strong enough to keep mine there without hurting me. I eyed our hands and him and looked away, gulping down my words which would probably hurt him. Let me hear what he has to say. After all, even I want to know why did he do that.

"I... I am sorry Pia. I am sorry." He whispered and it seemed like it was heartfelt but what was the apology for? For denying to go further or for us making out? His words melted me and I slowly looked into his eyes, searching for answers to my questions. His deep dark orbs hypnotizing me and I could see all of his love for me, keeping mine locked in there. I didn't realize that tears escaped down my eyes until I felt him wipe them with his other hand and a feeling of guilt took over his features.

"Hey, please don't cry because of me." He mumbled softly, scooting closer to me and I took my eyes off him. I looked at nothing in particular and waited for him to speak further.

"I... I am not ready for it yet." He said and I shrugged, the obvious fact now after yesterday's incident.

"I realised that the last night." I replied and my voice came out more bitter than intended. His grip on my palm tightened and he joined his other hand there too...

"Why?" I asked, my voice breaking and I gulped my own saliva to wet my dry throat. I was still not looking at him, the humiliation from yesterday overpowering my senses.

"Aren't you attracted to me? Don't you feel the tension between us? Am I not desirable enough for you? Do you think I am not good enough? Is my virginity bothering you? Are you sorry for our makeout and-" I was cut short by his lips which slammed upon mine, knocking the air out of my lungs. I felt his hand on my nape, pulling my face even closer and even before I could comprehend anything, my lips were moving along with his soft ones. He was kissing me with so much tenderness that all of my thoughts melted right away. The kiss was slow yet passionate one. We parted, breathing heavily and he rested his forehead against mine. Our short gasps mixing between us, fanning each others' faces.

"Never... Never ever say those things again." He whispered between his short breaths and I closed my eyes, trying to calm my crazy heartbeat.

"I said it before and and I will say it again that I will never ever regret kissing you or anything above it too... You virginity holds no importance to me as long as you are here." He mumbled, cupping my face between his palms and wiping a traitor tear that escaped my eyes. He lifted my head up, forcing me to look into his moist eyes.

"You are the most beautiful woman for me and nothing can change that..." He said with an edge of finality in his tone. His eyes spoke millions of emotions. I could see the whirlwind of thoughts running in his mind too. I kept mum and let him continue.

"Don't you even dare to think that you aren't desirable because you, my love are a temptress." He added and my heart fluttered at his words. I looked deeper into his eyes, to confirm if he was speaking the truth and I found only love and honesty there.

"I desire you... I want so much... You make me go crazy with just a look of yours." He whispered huskily, caressing my cheeks.

"Then why did you deny me yesterday?" I asked, wanting an answer to the question which had disrupted the peace of my mind the entire night.

"I... I am not ready for that step in our relationship yet. But I want you to know that if there is anyone in the world whom I want to make love to, it is you and it will be only you, always!" He said and his eyes held that intense look which always made me go weak on my knees. It made me realise how foolish it was of me to think all those baseless things. Oh god! It must be so tough for him to come this far given his past. He is going through a struggle of his own.

"I need you to trust me on this Pia. I love you... But I need time for this step." He pleaded with his eyes and I couldn't hold myself back anymore and swung my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. I felt his hands go around my body and he nuzzled in my hair.

"I understand..." I whispered, meaning it from the bottom of my heart and his grip around me tightened.

"Thank you... Thank you so much for understanding me... You don't know how much of a weight you have lifted off my heart." I heard him sniffle after he finished and I weaved my fingers through his hair, running them softly. How did I even misunderstand this person? Stupid me!

"I was embarrassed more than anything else..." The words rolled out of my mouth even before I could think and he pulled apart immediately, his eyebrows pulled into a frown.

"Come again?" He asked, looking at me with a pointed look.

"I was embarrassed? You know the way I acted and it came out so-" I was again cut off by a small peck on my lips. What's with him cutting me off mid sentence like this?

"Stop right there." He said with a lace of annoyance in his voice. I gulped and looked down, not knowing how else to tell him.

"You were wanting me, your husband, your love, and there is nothing wrong in it. Don't be embarrassed because of the way you acted because it's natural to do so. You love me, you desire me, you need not be embarrassed for that, wifey." He said making me look back at him and my heart to start running a marathon again. I am sure my cheeks are flaming by now but I acted desperate right?

"If you are thinking that you acted desperate then let me make it clear to you. You are desperate for your own husband and that just makes him love you even more..." He said huskily, pulling my upper body closer to his and my eyes widened as to how he knew what I was thinking. He chuckled seeing my reaction and pecked my nose.

"I also want you to know that I am equally desperate for you as well but we will have to wait a little more for this..." He added and I smiled at him. He smiled back and I finally felt a wave of relief spread over me. I trust him. We both leaned in together this time and kissed softly, relishing our feelings.

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"Swayam, look over here! Wave a hi!" I yelled over to him, who was seated onto the other camel, filming him into the video. He looked at it and then gave a wave, with a flying kiss. I chuckled and shifted the frame of the video from him to the vast desert in front of us. We are both riding on camels in the desert to our camp site to have an overnight camping in this very desert. To say I was excited would be an understatement.

I enjoyed the warm breeze of the nearing evening, flowing through the dunes of the desert. It was all sand, as far as my eyes could go. The sky was prepping to change it's colours. There were a few other tourists in front of us and behind us too on their respective camels. I turned back to look at Swayam and he was already looking at me. He gave me a knowing smile but enough to have me grinning back at him. I love him so much for bringing me here! This is the most memorable trip of my entire life!

Soon, we reached our camp site and I see that the tents have been set up already. They are pretty huge and much more modernized than the ones I had in my imagination. The sun had gone past the horizon by now and the chills of the desert night started to seep in. It's crazy how the dessert turns into an almost freezing place in the night and then, feel like an oven in the day.

The guide dispersed us all to freshen up a bit and we both walked into our tent. It was as beautiful inside as it looked from outside. We both took turns to change and then walked out of our tent. The sky has turned dark and the golden light from across the campfire lit the place like a heavenly abode. The tents lined up in a large semi-circle and small golden lanterns hanging in front of them illuminating the place like little fairy lights. I am so in love with this!

"Close your mouth or else the insects will fly straight into it." Swayam whispered just behind me and that somehow manages to send a shiver down my spine like everytime. I close my mouth and walk towards the campfire where some tourists had already started gathering around. I sat down on one of the seats arranged there and Swayam settles down beside me too. The evening slowly starts from some melodious folk music and is jumping with energy soon enough when the folk dances start with dancers dressed in the typical Rajasthani costumes.

The entire vibe is magical here and few tourists even join their dance, trying and failing miserably to dance with their grace and their energy. My leg starts bobbing to the beats of their folk song but I wonder if I could go, dance and come back all good. Given my history, it never ended well when I danced except for our sangeet. I looked at Swayam to see him already cheering and feeling the beats too. I am sure even he feels to dance. Can I? It's just a dance right? Shaking all the negative thoughts aside I got up and grinned at him, walking backwards.

"Where are you going?" He asked, his tone a little stiff, more like alarming.

"Watch me!" I shouted, my voice draining out in the loud music and I turned on my heels and joined the group of dancers. One of them seem to notice me and she started showing me steps. I quickly picked up the steps and started dancing along with them to the beat. God! Dancing feels so light and refreshing. I look over at Swayam and see him with a hint of stress on his features. I wink over at him and he gives me a forced smile and asks me to come back. I nod my head in negative and continue to dance.

A few more steps into the song and I feel like this isn't the first time I am doing this. My head starts throbbing and my eyes start to blur but I blink away the bluriness. I continue to dance lightly and suddenly, I get a flash in front of my eyes, of an unclear and blurry image of a group of people dancing, the same folk dance. There's another flash where I see a couple dancing together too in between the circle of female dancers.

I blink my eyes rapidly to waive off the feeling of my gut tightening and my head throbbing. There's another flashback where I see a girl dancing happily and the same boy admiring her. What is happening to me? Who are these people? I force open my eyes and find the world around me swirling. I make an attempt to walk towards Swayam but before I could even take a foot ahead, I feel the gravity force too powering and everything around me goes black.

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There's complete darkness around me and I feel blank, completely blank. My eyelids feel so damn heavy but I force them open. I squeeze my eyes shut again due to the sharp yellow light piercing me. I groan, feeling as if there's whole Mount Everest on top of my head.

"Hey!" I hear the very familiar voice of Swayam and I blink rapidly to adjust my eyes to the light.

"Thank goodness, you are fine!" I heard him again and looked at my left side to see him sitting there with moist eyes and my hand clutched between his palms. He brought it upto his mouth and gave it a long kiss.

"What-" I wanted to ask what happened because I could recall nothing and the last thing I remember is the feeling of deja vu but he cut me off by placing his finger on my lips.

"You take rest, I will bring something for you to eat." Saying so, he left the tent even before I could reply anything. I slowly propped myself up and sat there, placing my feet on the ground from the edge of the cot. I reached out to the glass of water on the small stool and gulped it down in one go. The heaviness of my brain subsiding bit by bit. I might have definitely had one of my flashback episodes. Putting two and two together, recalling the look on Swayam's face and seeing my condition right now, I am sure it was one of them only.

The curtains to the tent opened again and Swayam walked in with a plate in his hand, followed by another man in his late twenties with a small bag in his hand.

"He is the first aid doctor on the camp. He will have to check your vitals once." Swayam introduced and I nodded. The man checked me up and assured that everything is just right and we need not worry. After he left, Swayam walked towards my cot and settled down on it, keeping the plate aside.

"How are you feeling?" He asked softly, looking at me with all the love and care. I smiled at him, my best 'all is well' smile.

"I am good, just a little headache like always. How long was I out?" I asked, shifting, such that I am facing him.

"Ugh... Maybe 2-3 hours? I don't know exactly, I didn't see the time." He replied, scratching his nape and looked away. I didn't miss on how exhausted he looked right now, a redness around his eyes and his brows creased into a frown. His whole stance is tensed and shoulders are tight.

He took the plate kept at the side and made a morsel, fowarding it towards my mouth. Without saying anything, I quietly ate whatever he fed me. He didn't look up at me throughout the meal which made me frown. What is wrong with him? Why is he behaving like this?

"You had your dinner?" I asked as he got up and placed the plate aside, washing his hands in the madeshift washbasin in our tent. He just hummed in response and I knew it was a lie.

"Swayam?" I asked once again and he sighed, walking back to me.

"I am not hungry." He replied shrugging and I stood up too, so that I could look into his eyes.

"Swaya-" I was cut short again by him.

"I don't feel to eat Pia, I am fine and not hungry too." He said and there was a pleading look in his eyes, requesting me not to push this more and I shrugged it off. Maybe he is upset because of my flashback.

"And yes, we are going back to Mumbai tomorrow." He added which made my head whip in his direction in fraction of seconds. He was tiding up the duvet on his cot, which was beside mine. What has happened to him? Did I hear it right? Is he talking about cutting short our honeymoon? I walked upto him and stood in front of him, stopping him from doing whatever he was previously.

"Why?" I asked, looking at him and trying to read his downcast eyes.

"I got some urgent work." He reasoned with so much of coldness that it didn't take much to conclude that it wasn't the truth. I think I can guess why he is doing this.

"Are you wanting to go back because of my health?" I asked and he looked up at me alarmed but quickly masked up his face into a blank one.

"I... I already said you the reason." He shrugged, trying to act normal but the way his muscles were stiff, I could tell he was far from normal. I raised an eyebrow, daring him to go ahead with his lie and he looked away. He turned around to walk away but I held his wrist and he gazed my grip on his hand and then up at me.

"I am fine." I whispered, knowing he needs to hear it in this moment. I pulled him a little closer and made him sit with me on the edge of the cot. He was again not looking at me, into my eyes like always. His Adam's apple bobbed and the neck muscles flexed, his jaw set into a tight lock. I slightly leaned forward and placed a peck on his cheek.

"I am fine." I repeated again and cupped one side of his face, forcing him to meet my eyes. I could see the layer of water over his eyeballs and a traitor tear slipped down when our eyes met. I shifted more closer seeing him like this and cupped both the sides.

"Hey, I am fine. Look at me, I am all good." I whispered, wiping the tear off his cheek. He felt so fragile, like he would break even with a single touch. I had never seen him so vulnerable except for the night of his confession. And as expected, his control broke down and he pulled me to him in a soul touching hug. My heart squeezed painfully seeing him in such a condition. Am I responsible for his state?

"I am sorry. So, so sorry..." He sniffed into my hair and I tightened my hands around him. Why is he sorry? If anyone, it should be me being sorry for ruining everything with my stupid past.

"You don't need to be." My own voice came out hoarse.

"I should be sorry for whatever happened." I added, closing my eyes and letting the lone tear escape down my cheeks. I felt him shake his head vigorously in a no.

"No. It's me. It's all because of me!" He mumbled, squeezing me in his arms and pulling me even closer. There is nothing he has got to do with whatever happened to me in past and is happening now, why is he telling this?

"Shut up Swayam!" I hushed him, rubbing his back in soft caresses. He pulled back and held my cheek in his hand.

"Let's go back please... I cannot afford to loose you Pia. I don't want anything to happen to you." He requested and I wiped off a couple of fresh tears.

"What will happen if we go back? My flashbacks won't stop right? Here or there, it's the same. This is not the first one you are seeing, why are you behaving like this? Why are you effected so much this time?" I asked softly, trying to make him understand that there is no point in cancelling the further trip.

"I love you... I am effected because I love you and I cannot see you like this. These flashbacks have become frequent since we are on this trip, I brought you here... It's all because of me." He replied and that struck a chord in my mind. Now when I recall, he was speaking the truth.

"Your fell unconscious and I didn't know what to do. The city hours away from here and there was no qualified doctor to check up an emergency. I felt so helpless... Each minute felt like ages! Every second I prayed for you to wake up as soon as possible. You don't know how worse the feeling is." He added sniffing and I felt my heart squeeze seeing him in so much pain.

"Okay, even if it is your fault, I am completely fine sitting in front of you right now... See?" I wiggled a little in my place and took his hand between my palms, trying to shift and lighten up the air around us.

"But-" He started but I cut him off by placing my finger on his lips.

"We are not going anywhere. Nothing will happen to me when you are with me. Let's forget this ever happened and enjoy the rest of our trip please?" I said and he sighed, closing his eyes. He got up and walked out of our tent making me sigh in worry too. I cannot let him be effected like this because of my past, because of something I don't even remember. I have to do something about it.

I pulled out the warm shawl from our bag and made my way out of the tent, roaming my eyes around to find him. I found him seated on one of the seats in front of the bonfire which was about to die down. I slowly walked upto him and settled down beside him, pulling the shawl even closer to my body. The chills spreading all over me from the freezing wind.

He didn't seem to notice my presence and by the thoughtful look on his face, I know that he is into some deep thoughts. I didn't disturb him and looked ahead of me, into the vast, dark desert. Now when I sit and think hard, I remember having the flashback of the same couple from my dreams, dancing. A happy girl dancing the same folk dance. The couple looking so happy and lively. I frowned, racking my brain for any clue on who these people are of whom I get these flashbacks...

"You must go back inside..." I heard him say, bringing me back from my thoughts and I looked over at him. I shook my head in a no and shifted even closer to him.

"You will catch cold Pia." He warned, looking at the dying fire in front of us which was radiating very little heat for us to warm up.

"And won't you?" I asked softly, unwinding the shawl around me and throwing it around him too, circling it around both of us. A sudden wave of warmth spread over me when he circled his arm around me and side hugged me, so that the shawl could cover both of us properly. We both sat in the peaceful silence for some time, embracing each other to our heart's content.

"Are you seeing the stars?" He asked out of the blue and I looked up, confused as to why would he ask such a question suddenly. I was mesmerized by the huge ocean of infinite stars, widespread over us. They were twinkling and shining bright in the dark night sky.

"They're beautiful." I whispered, my eyes still stuck on them.

"Do you see them twinkling?" I heard him ask and I nodded absentmindedly.

"There is a similar and even more hypnotizing twinkle in your eyes Pia, my most favourite one. It goes away when such things happen to you and I am afraid I will loose it forever, that I will not get to see my favourite twinkle ever again." He confessed and I immediately looked at him to catch him already looking at me with those same deep but vulnerable eyes. The depth of his words settled in my heart and it fluttered, pumping out blood at an increased pace.

"You won't, I promise." I assured with all the honesty I could gather, silently promising to myself that I won't let it happen ever. Not for me, but for him. I won't let my past drag me down along with it.

"You still want to stay and continue with our trip?" He asked in a neutral tone and I nodded. He nodded back at me and leaned in, placing an assuring, promising, warm kiss on my forehead, making me feel like I am in the safest place in the world. I cuddled closer to him, nuzzling my head in the crook of his neck and he tightened his hold around me. His arms are my home and I will not let anything take me away from my home.

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Dear god, I have only one wish right now. Please stop whatever this is happening to me due to the accident and make me reach a end point in this. This is effecting Swayam too much, the person I love more than anything else in the whole world. I beg my sanity in front of you today, for him, for him to be happy. Please bless him with all the happiness in the world. Please help me reach an end in my misery. Oh god, I am need of your help, help me.

I prayed quietly in my mind and opened my eyes after I tied the holy thread on the wall with numerous threads already tied to it. This place is said to have made the most impossible things possible, a place known for miracles and the power of honest prayers. I traced my thread on the wall and wished again that my prayers may get accepted and granted as soon as possible too.

"Are you done?" Swayam asked from beside me and I nodded, adjusting the dupatta on my head a little. He too had a kerchief tied on his head. We walked around the shrine for some time and bowed in prayer for one last time before walking towards the exit. This entire place screamed piousness. The Ajmer Sharif Dargah was just like what was heard of it. The vibes so pure and positive. One could feel the lightness in the air, the blessings in the air. The traditional Kawali songs echoing in the background, sung by a group of singers in a corner. There is definitely something magical about this place.

I looked over at him wearing his shoes and I smiled. I want him safe, happy and beside me, always. Oh dear god, don't ever let the lines of misery form on his face ever. As if sensing my gaze, he lifted his eyes upto me and raised his questioning eyebrows at me. I shook my head and proceeded to wear my own footwears. I don't know how and why but this place gave me a strange assurance, a strange feeling in my gut that everything will be fine soon. Very soon.

We then shopped around here in Ajmer. The Rajasthani handicrafts, their work, so delicate yet so beautiful. We had directly gone to the dargah after coming here from Pushkar. I smiled wider remembering how Swayam surprised me this morning with a bike. Yes, we travelled all the way to Ajmer on a bike, early in the morning. One of the most romantic rides of my life.

After that flashback episode in the desert, Swayam had become way too protective and didn't let me step out of our hotel room the next day after we returned. It was his strict order for me to rest and he had somehow even arranged for the medicines after talking to my doctor. Only when he was satisfied that I had rested enough, we left for the next destination the other day.

Be it local food, shopping, the magnanimous fort in Bikaner or the beautiful forts and havelis of Churu and Shekhawati or the alluring Sheesh Mahal of Nawalgarh, at every place, every day, at every hour, in every moment, I felt my love for him grow deeper and deeper and feel even more bonded with him. Yesterday we had a relaxing stay in Pushkar and visiting the only Bramha temple there. The past one week has been absolute bliss. Thankfully, my nightmares didn't poke further, maybe due to the medicines and I was more than grateful for it.

At times during this past week, I felt an eternal, magical connection with Swayam. When he would talk of something, I felt that I am not experiencing all of this for the first time. The feeling of deja vu dominating almost every other situation we were in. I felt I know him from a very long time, like I have known him my entire life. It didn't seem that we had met just a few months ago. It felt like we know each other from years. There was this strange strange pull I was feeling with him.

I didn't realize when it was evening and we checked in in our hotel here in Ajmer. My smile couldn't be wiped off the entire day and he seemed to notice that too but didn't ask much about it. I quickly changed into my pajamas after a long, relaxing shower. He went into the washroom next and I sat down on the bed, pat drying my hair with the towel in my hands.

My thoughts wandered over to him. The way he has been so sweet and so caring makes my stomach flutter and I find myself falling for him even more than before. He is so understanding that I sometimes doubt this is all a dream. How can a person be so good? So flawless? This makes me wonder, are there no questions in his mind about my past? Doesn't he have any insecurities?

His apprehensiveness didn't budge even for a moment in all of my weak times. Infact, I even told him once about what all I see in my nightmares but again, he didn't seem threatened even for a moment, he didn't seem to be insecure of me, of my past. He didn't ever question or ask me anything relating to my past... Is it possible that he already knows? No! Not at all! He doesn't know anything or else he would have said something about it to me.

I felt the bed dip on the other side and I looked up at him easing down on the mattress, tired. I studied him carefully, trying to find my answers but I already knew them. I never saw any second thoughts regarding me in his eyes. How can someone love me so deep? I am flawed, but it doesn't matter to him at all.

"If u keep watching me like that, I doubt we will be able to catch some rest tonight." His voice brought me back into the present and I looked away, flushed. His eyes were closed, how did he even figure out I was watching him? I sighed and kept the towel aside, sliding into the covers too and scooting closer to him. He slid down from his half-sitting position and shifted closer to me too.

I closed my eyes, a faint smile playing on my lips. I slipped into sleep immediately but a bright light flashed abruptly and I saw the person, the boy of the usual couple I see look at me and smile. He felt oddly familiar, his hair, his face cut, it all looked like I know it very well.

I love you!

A male voice echoed in my mind.

Will you marry me?

The same voice spoke again and the unclear image of that boy moved a little too, like he was the one saying those lines.

I know you, in and out.

I miss you so much!

You are the most beautiful person I have ever met.

And many such lines were echoing in my mind. I forced open my eyes and found myself sweating profusely. I looked here and there and Swayam was sleeping right beside me but a little away from me due to which he didn't get up along with me. I hastily rubbed my palm over my face, wiping off the sweat, mentally thanking that he didn't see me like this now or else he would have freaked out.

I slowly drank the water kept on the bedside table and looked over at him again, trying to calm down my erratic breathing. He seemed to be oddly resonated to someone. Someone I knew very well yet wasn't able to point a finger at.

"What happened?" He asked sleepily, but the voice made me freeze in my place. Did I hear it right?

"Is everything okay?" He mumbled, opening his eyes half way through. I hummed and he turned around, dozing back into his slumber but I couldn't move an inch from my place.

It's not my brain playing games with me right? I am not hallucinating this just because I am with him all the time right? His voice sounded so similar to the one I heard just a few seconds ago in my nightmare. How is this possible? I recalled all of Swayam's 'I love you's and his voice whenever he spoke something and the air stuck up in my throat. Same tone, same earthiness to the voice, the same amount of huskiness, the same softness.

Swayam is the person who haunts me in my flashbacks? But how? How can this happen? One thing is clear for sure that the voice of both the persons is same. I shut my eyes, trying hard to recall the way that unclear image of the boy looked and opened my eyes to see the figure of Swayam lying in front of me. As if some pieces of a puzzle, everything started fitting in its place and I could make out only and only Swayam's face from the one in my flashbacks. The sharp jawlines, the messy long hair, the long, fat, crooked nose, the thin lips which widen when he smiles. Same face, same voice, this can't be just a coincidence right?

Who is Swayam? Who am I? Who is he?

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