It felt real. I wiped the sweat on my forehead using the hem of my shirt and walked towards the kitchen to get a glass of water to let go of my anxiety.

I took the water bottle from the fridge and gulped down a large amount of water in one shot. Why did I have that horrible dream? I didn't hate him that much, yet he came into my dream, and-- I can't even imagine this.

What would have I done if it had happened in reality?

No! Shut up Riya. I scolded my inner ...