"Mishti, please wait. It's a misunderstanding. Please let me explain. "

"Please wait. "

"No, I don't believe you any more. I tried my best to keep our relationship but you don't. Even you cheated on me. " Mishti continued running as she sobbed hard.

Her mind was dizzy, her heart was scattered and she stopped a while. She just can't continue running. Her spinning head and blurry eyes and dried throat made her stop.

Just thinking about him brought more salty water in her almond eyes as tears didn't stop its way running down her sodden cheeks.

The painful scene came in her mind as her heart-ached.

That girl kissed him hastily as Mishti looked on in bitter disbelief. It wasn't like he initiated that kiss or kissed back her but he didn't stopped her either. That plastic bag fell to the park ground as her hands quivered in sadness and pain and her fingers curled into a fist in anger.

Anger... Hatred... Love-ache... Heart-ached... Pain... Jealousy... or Failure she didn't know what she felt but as his love evacuated from her mind, her cheeks became wet with tears.

She even didn't noticed or rather didn't bother that she was crying.

Funny. Right? At least she thought so...

"Yo... Yo.. You... " She wanted to say many things but stopped as she chocked and felt like can't breathe anymore.

They parted as he turned to Mishti looking shocked. She gathered her consciences and took a deep breath and turned around only to run away from. Far far away... From him. From that place.

However, something inside her wanted to halt, to stop, to listen to his explanations as he called her behind following her.

But no... She can't take it anymore. Her mind was like full mess then with lots of questions.

She came back to sense as he grabbed her hand and turned her to look at him. Her eyes were filled with sorrow and guit. Mishti looked up. At him. At his love. No. Not anymore. More strands of water fell down.

He wanted to say something as they were already standing in front of the entrance of the park. Hand in hand. Eyes on eyes.

"You said that you loved me, but that was all a lie. Wasn't it? " She asked hopelessly.

"You know what you broke me into a million pieces." She claimed.

Before he could say anything she escaped from his grip and ran towards the road. She didn't stopped until...

"Mishti? " He screamed.

She stopped as the limo hit her.

Her vision turned black. The only thing she could hear was her own heartbeat. Her breath came in ragged, shallow gasps. She lay there smelling her own blood, tasting the iron taste of the crimson fluid.

She heard voices. People circled her. Trying to help her. Second passes. Breaths became slower as she heard a familiar voice calling her name. He placed her bleeding head in his chest as crimson stained his white shirt.

She watched him whimper. A weak smile formed in her thin lips as she looked at his eyes.

"I... I... I...lo...o...love you. " And she closed her eyes.

***

You maybe or maybe not familiar to this word 'Oneiric'. Well it means 'of or relating to dreams'.

None but the person can feel the fact 'Trouvaille', whose dreams somehow comes true or if somehow he/she gets more than what he/she wants or dreams.

It's not different for the three girls in this story.

Do you wanna find out? Let's have a look at 'Roy Villa'.

And the story begins...
Sunday morning. Everywhere calmness was still restored. Birds were chirping, soothing cold breeze was blowing. Some of the people were still sleeping or might be dreaming after their hard work through out the week. Some people were gathered in the nearby park for morning walk or early morning exercise.

Every thing was perfect until a booming music was being played by the nearby house, 'Roy Villa'. And as always all the calmness of the morning just blew away, awakening the people from their sleep who were probably just at the mid way of their sweet dreams. Where? God knows.

Narrator: Mishti Roy

"Hey! Stop listening to this boom boom songs. You are just making me dizzy..." Mom yelled.

"Maa... plzzzzzz... don't use harsh words about SVT songs. I can't take it."

"Then just go to your room and keep studying." She shouted with anger.

"Plz gimme just ten more minutes to listen to 'Clap'. I promise then..."

She didn't let me finish and ordered in a high pitched tone,"Go to your room or I will break the Bluetooth speaker and I'm not joking this time."

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Silence for some time....
And I continued crying on my way back to the hell (I mean my study room). That doesn't mean I hate studying. I actually love but I'm little bit moody and that's it.

Mom started laughing seeing me like this and yelled again,"Mansae! darling." (Mansae means hurry.)

Mom knew well Seventeen was my ultimate bias so she always used Korean words (specially SVT song titles.) to control me.
How planned tricks. Uff!!!

"Maa..." I bawled out and went to my room with Saysha.

It was like the drama of each and every Sunday and specially during vacations.

A/N:
First chapter of MET BY FATE.
Hope you enjoyed it. Hope this Seventeen fan fiction is going to be interesting.

•Special thanks to Niranju98 for making such a beautiful cover.