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I opened my eyes, sunlight peeking from the drawn curtains of my room. I looked around with my lazy eyes but found no one there. Suddenly, the incident of last night started blurring my vision. Was he really here with me? Was he the one who comforted me?.

I was contemplating my situation, and as I was engrossed in deep thought-Shahmeer entered the room. I looked at him as he came in front of me.

"How are you feeling now?" he asked, concern etched in his tone, and I nodded.

"Uhm Shahmeer, what happened to me?" I asked him.

"I don't know Elaina. I was going towards my room, but suddenly a maid came and told me about you, and I immediately came towards your room, but you were unconscious laying on the floor, so I carried you to the bed. I also called the doctor and the doctor said you had a panic attack, doctor also prescribed some medicine. Eat something before taking these medicines," he explained, and I was stunned to even speak. I had a panic attack.

"was he here?," I asked trying to get the answers of my questions,

"how can he be here, he is not at home, he went somewhere yesterday after dinner and didn't come till now," he shook his head and i was more confused now

Was that all my imagination? I was hallucinating about him. I looked at Shahmeer, who was looking at me with concern.

"I'm okay, don't worry," I said, and he nodded before sitting beside me on the bed.

"Elaina, you know this is not how you are going to live; you need to move on. I know it is difficult for you, but he is not worthy of your tears," he said to me, his tone holding brother like love and tears welled up in my eyes.

I nodded,

He patted my head and went out of the room, and last night memories flooded my brain.

If he was my imagination, then why did I feel the warmth of his body? Why do I feel his breath near me? Am I getting mad?

As I was thinking all of this, my room door opened and Mamma entered.

"Elaina you okay, Shahmeer told me that you are not feeling well. Shall we consult the doctor?" Mama asks.

"I am okay, mama," I said, assuring her.

"Uh mama, can I go to Anaya today?" I asked.

She nodded. "Of course, baby, why are you asking?" I smiled and hugged her, assuring her that I was really fine.

I spent all day in my room, and as the night came, I decided to get ready to meet Anaya, as we decided to meet in our go-to club.

After getting ready, I was ready to head out of the house when my gaze went towards the corner of the living room. There standing him and Shanaya hugging each other-I quickly looked away and trekked out of the house without coming to their notice.

As I came outside of the house, I took a breath, as I did not realize I was holding my breath.

My heart aches-is not it what I have manifested with him, but yeah, I don't have any right to even manifest like this about someone's guy.

I sat in my car and headed towards my destination. I did not realize tears were falling from my eyes, and my vision was getting blurry. I stopped the car at the side of the road in front of the club, overwhelmed by many emotions. I let the tears fall from my eyes, not stopping them, as I wanted to cry today. I wanted to cry my whole heart out today. I needed to take it all out; if I didn't, it would suffocate me to death. I broke down into small sobs, and I didn't realize when these small sobs turned into the full breakdown.

I didn't realize for how long I was sitting in my car crying, but when I felt like I had no more tears left in my eyes, I decided to head towards the club, but my heart is still heavy after crying so much.

"My doll bloke," Little Elaina cried out so loud that 5-year-old Aviyaan, sitting beside her flinches, quickly looked at her.

"What happened?," he said, cupping her face. Little Elaina looked at Aviyaan with her tear-filled eyes and showed him her hands, which had the doll, which is now broken. Aviyaan looked at the doll, but he was too little to comfort, so he quickly got up, leaving Elaina crying and running towards his mama.

"Mama, come with me," Aviyaan approaches his mother, holding her hands with his tiny hands and dragging her towards him. His mother looked at him confused.

"Mama, my wifey is crying," Aviyaan said as soon as he brought his mama towards Elaina, and his mother looked at him stunned at what he just addressed Elaina as,

He always listened to his father calling his mother my wifey, and he thought his father calls his mother like this because they live together and Elaina and Aviyaan also live together, so he made up his own logic-hearing him, his mother laughed and looked at little Elaina, who was still holding the doll in her hand sniffing, and Aviyaan was looking at her with his own eyes filled with tears.

His mother gave Elaina a new doll, which brought a smile to Elaina's face, and by looking at her, Aviyaan also smiled.

He hated tears in my eyes by thinking all of this. I made my way to the club, and pretty soon I found Anaya sitting at the bar stool. I trekked towards her, and she immediately stood up and hugged me so tight.

"Are you okay?" she asked, and I nodded, ordering a drink for myself.

"I think you know everything, didn't you?" I asked her; she nodded.

"Shahmeer told me, How can Aviyaan do something like that?" I wish I could just go and smash his face," she said angrily, her nose flaring, and I chugged down the drink, trying to forget all the things.

I kept drinking shots by shots, trying to divert my mind from all the painful memories as Anaya beside me keeps on cursing him, and I did not stop her either.

By the time I was completely wasted and started feeling ecstatic, I could feel my legs wobbly, and I tried to stand up but stumbled as I was about to fall. Anaya hold me.

"Aina, come let me drive you home," she said, and I shook my head.

"I'm fine, you don't need to," I said, struggling to keep my eyes open, but she dragged me with her while I kept protesting.

"Am I that bad?" I asked Anaya, turning my head to her side and looking at her driving. She looked at me with some unknown emotions.

"You are not bad, Aina; the person who didn't understand your worth is worst," She said a painful smile appeared on my face, thinking of all the times when Anaya used to tell me to forget him and enjoy my life instead of being devoted to him, but I didn't listen to her; maybe I should have.

The car came to a halt, and I got out of the car to walk towards the mansion, where I felt suffocated the most. This place used to bring comfort to my heart, but now this place snatched my peace away. I walked inside, finding the mansion dead silent-I know everyone is asleep-and made my way towards the kitchen to drink some water with my wobbly legs.

I opened the fridge and took out the water bottle, but as I turned around, I found someone standing in front of me, and I recognized him; it's him.

"I'm again hallucinating about you. Don't come in front of me again, even in my imagination. You know I hate him. I am mad at you. You are the worst." While saying all of this, I did not realize that my feet were walking involuntary towards him. He is my imagination; I can let all my emotions out right.

"Do you even have an idea how much I was missing you, how much I was waiting for you?," I poked my index finger on his chest. The alcohol is taking a toll on me, as I can feel myself drowning in the intoxication of his scent. Why am I smelling his scent when he is in my imagination?

I looked up at him with my tear filled anguish eyes, my vision not clear but i can still see his eyes staring into my own eyes, he rubbed his thumb in my cheek, maybe wiping the tear, my actions are not in my control as I grabbed his collar and smashed my lips on his. Why did I do it? I am angry. I want to slap him. I want to bash on him. Why am I doing something like this, tears were falling from my eyes? I can feel the alcohol overpowering my thoughts. I could not keep my mind sane.

I moved my lips on his, and a shiver rolled down my spine. I sucked on his lower lip, as at this moment I want him to push me away. I am not in my control, my mind is not in control, and my body is involuntary moving towards him, but...

What he did next shocked me; he kissed me back. It is definitely a dream; this is definitely my imagination, there is no way this can be real.

I struggled to keep my eyes open as the kiss turned intense with him sucking my lips, and I tried to match his pace, but I felt the intoxication take over me as I lost my conscience...

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