Sapna's pov

It was around 5:20 in the morning. As I walk across the barren ground, the rustling of the leaves and the chirping of the morning bird echo through this massive lonesome palace. It will be scary to live alone in such a big palace. There are moments when I feel like the wall is whispering in my ear and eventually I will turn around to look at the non-existenting person who was trying to talk to me a while ago.



I woke up early because I could not sleep the whole night because of the sound of the pouring rain, even though everyone else was still asleep. My sleep patterns are completely disturbed because of my insomnia. After taking my morning bath, I strolled over to the tulsi to offer morning prayers. I turned around to see my best friend from high school, Shobhana, calling my name, Sapna.

"Yrr, can you go with Yash?I am in a difficult situation right now."

Yash is her husband. They got married about two years ago.

"What exactly happened?"

"Everyone is still sleeping, so only you can help me. Yrr, please do me a favor. Remember I told you last night that Yash and I were going to pick up his cousin. His cousin will arrive at the Meenam train station platform. My stomach is not feeling good, so please go in my place."

I gently touched her arm. "Are you okay? Is it really that bad?"

Then she took my thali.

"Yash is waiting for you outside. Safe travels."

She waved to me after chasing me away.

The station was nearly two hours away from Rajgharana Palace. In reality, my friend Ruhi Goenka and Harsh Greval are getting married, and they intended to wed in this palace that belonged to Harsh's forefathers. Because it is her dream to marry in such a magnificent setting. The only problem was that the palace was isolated in a place without proper roads or electricity, and the closest market was an hour's drive away. That was the only problem.

Yash had already gotten into his car and it was all set to go. I quickly jump inside and that was how we ended up picking his cousin.

When I looked out the window, the scenery was full of mountains, trees, huts, and grass. I closed my eyes and rested my head against the seat.

" Are you okay? You look tired."

" I am fine."

"Have you slept last night?"

" I wasn't able to."

" Is your insomnia acting up again?"

I nodded.

" It's alright, my Cousin; Advit is really a friendly person, if you meet him you will be overjoyed. While he can be quite shameless at times, he is genuinely kind.

" Is he coming alone?"

"He is coming alone; it is like a vacation for him. He is tired of all the drama and wants to get some fresh air."

"He is like me; I am also tired of all the drama."

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Yash and I were standing on the platform at around 7:30 a.m. We could see the approaching train from afar.



I am so sorry, Sapna, but Mujhe bohot joro ki lagi Hai. Best of luck; I am counting on you."

"Kya? Abhi( Right now?)"

"I truly apologize."

" Kya tum dono mia biwi subhe subhe, kya hogaya hai tum dono ko?"Aisa kaise hoga! Mei tumhare cousin ko jaanti bhi nahi, kabhi mili bhi nahi. Kaise pehcha nungi ussko?

( What's wrong with you both husband and wife? This won't do. I have never met your cousin and do not even know him. How will I recognize him when he gets off the platform?)

However, Yash was ready to go as he squeezed his stomach and crossed his legs. But I tightly gripped his hands.

"Choro mujhe, Sapna. Kasam se dharti phat jayegi, ashmaan gum jaiga, agar tum ne Mera hath na chora."

( Leave me, Sapna. If you do not let go of my hand, the sky will collapse and the earth will be destroyed.

"Kaise chor do, aise kaise. Rokhlo, Thori der aur."

(How am I going to allow you to go? Just hold on for sometime.)

"Sapna, bhagwan ke liye mujhe chor do, mei tumhare paw parta hu."

(Sapna, please have some mercy and leave me for the love of God.)

"Just wait few minutes; your cousin will arrive shortly."

"I can not control it, Sapna; it is coming out."

I take my hand right away. To save his life, he ran as quickly as he could.

"But wait, how does he look like?" I gave a loud shout.

"He is fucking handsome. An asshole of a Greek god." He shot back, racing like a bullet train out of the station's corner to the restroom.

But What about his height?

Is the person tall or short?

Beard?

Chubby?

Fair skin or dark skin?

Dammit. Kaha phase gayi yaar.How did I end up in this situation?

I do not even have his photo.

As the train pulls over on to the platform, there is a great hustle and bustle everywhere. People rush to get out of their compartments. As I watch, a number of unfamiliar faces push and jostle one another as they get off the train with their bags; some even get into small arguments with one another. Everything becomes silent as the train leaves the station.

I saw some of the passengers receiving warm embraces from friends and family which are given to their loved ones, and I had to extend the same courtesy to a stranger that I had never even heard of. I would like to be buried right here rather than be all chummy and gummy to a stranger.

How on earth was I supposed to look for a man I had never met before? While he may be handsome, there are many different types of handsome guys in the world, such as hot daddies, mafia-type handsome guys, cuties, and typical boss-type guys. Which one?

I have no idea how old he is.

While I was anxiously checking the passengers, a foreign figure caught my attention; he was extremely fair and stood out against the group of people with brown, dark, and somewhat pale complexion. There is a foreign look about makes him looks out of place in this rural area. As if a royal prince had entered the smelly pigsty. who was particularly attractive and had curly hair.

Upon closer look, however, it appeared that he was possibly half Indian and not a foreigner. For a moment i thought he was foreigner. He walked right past me, and against my will, I turned back to look at him.

But he had already vanished into thin air.

Then I heard a loud crash and leaped out of my skin; an elderly uncle had fallen to the ground, possibly pushed by someone in the audience. His belongings were scattered across the barren floor. I was on my hands and knees, assisting the miserable uncle. In a hurry, I did not realize that my hand was on top of someone' finger when I was helping to pick up the apple. His hand was pale, with blue veins popping through his knuckles.

My heart slowed down in rhythm as I turned to quickly take a look at the individual.

When I lifted my face to look at the person in question, my attention was drawn to his eyes, which were painted with a perfect blend of brown, green, and gold colors; he had what are known as hazzle eyes. His fair skin gleamed in the morning light. He was that foreign figure that dissapeared out of my sight when i wanted to see him yet he appeared out of nowhere when i was not hoping to see him again. He had a captivating smile that could enchant any girl, and his deep black curly hair was striking. It was the third time I had seen a man this attractive.

How beautiful can he be with a lover's eyes?

It's not time to admire someone.

" I am sorry." I swiftly removed my hand and made my way through the crowd.

"It's alright,  I don't mind." Before I left, that was the last thing I heard.

Next, I got a text from Yash, who gave me the number of his cousin Advit Greval. I made a quick phone call.

" Hello." Advit Greval's voice was soothing and serene. When Yash said he was a fucking Greek God, I expected his voice to be harsh, commanding, and authoritative. However, the sound of his voice is as calming as an ocean wave. Then we discussed where we were. Since none of us had seen the other before, this was a difficult task, and even after some time, we were still unable to locate each other.

He inquired, "What are you wearing?"

"I am dressed in blue kurta."

"Blue kurta, okay... wait a second. This can't be. Is this for real? Are you kidding me?"

" Excuse me! Why will I?"

What exactly is wrong with a blue kurta?

"Are you really wearing a white dupatta and a blue kurta? Also, please tell me that your hair is open and reaches your waist. Mere sath Majak toh nahi Kar raheho na( You're not joking with me, are you?) If you apologise now, I will forgive you."

" Ugh... tum khud aake dheklo.

(Come see for yourself if I am really wearing a blue kurta)"

" Hey bhagwan! You're amazing. God tussi great ho! you're amazing."

Is this something he should be happy about? Perhaps he is relieved that he will not get lost on a strange train station.

" Wait for me, Jaan( beloved), I am coming. I will be with you shortly."

My mouth fell open.

I opened my mouth to say something nasty, and give him few cussing sweet words but he hung up.

Yeh launda, Yash ne bataya nahi, uska cousin ek sanki Hai

(This guy, Yash, did not tell me his cousin is a psycho.)

Then that foreign-looking guy walked towards this direction with a captivating smile on his face. I turned to look to my right, front, and back. I was wondering who was the lucky person he was smiling for.

I was tempted to look at him because I had not gotten a good look at him earlier. But I forced myself not to look at him. I hope Yash's cousin will arrive soon.

" Hi. We meet again."

He is too good-looking for such a corny line. His looks are wasted on him.

"I am sorry, but I am too busy to flirt with you right now. I have a lot on my plate."

He grabbed my hand as I turned to leave. I glared at him, and he moved his gaze from me to his hand. He quickly withdrew his hands; otherwise, I might have cut his hand with a chainsaw.

"You are the only girl wearing a blue kurta, open hair, and a white dupatta, if I am not mistaken."

I covered my mouth with shock, not because I had just realized he was Yash's cousin. But because Yash said that he was fucking handsome, a Greek god. He is wrong, he's goddamn angel, just see his angelic smile, he radiates an angelic aura as well.

"You are Yash's cousin"

He nodded.

" Advit Greval, to be more specific, Yash has many cousins."

Before I could figure out what was going on, he handed me his luggage. Life is very strange; the stranger I thought I would never see again is supposed to live with us in the same palace. But I was more concerned when I thought my arm would fall off as I gripped his luggage and was struggling to drag his luggage.

"Did you put rocks in your suitcase?How come this is so heavy?"

"Give me that other one."

"My God, it is heavier. Are you trying to kill me?"

" Why will I kill you when I have finally found you? I won't kill you, killing you will be a waste of effort."

"Then you should have told me before handing me that heavy bag. Have you ever heard of people giving a warning before a cyclone?"

" Accha ji, toh do you give warning before stealing people's heart?"

" Aap kaha ki baat kaha le ja raheho?"

(Where are you taking this matter?)

He flashed me a sheepish smile.

"Furthermore , What is there to tell? I let you carry the lightest bag, yet you complained."

" So, you meant it's my fault."

He laughed. "Who said? However, someone must be at fault if they had already assumed they were at fault."

"Kya anab-shanab baak raheho aap( what bullshit) Are you making fun of me?" I asked.

" Am I? Don't be silly." He smirked.

"Haan ji, aapke chamagaadar jaisi muskarahaat ko dhek kar pata chal raha hai." I said.

( Oh, really! Seeing your smirking face makes it clear that you're making fun of me.)

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