Mr. HansH (Ishq Mein Marjawan)
Weird Dreams

After passing through the anxiety of thinking about my encounter with Sanjeev tomorrow morning and listening to Neha's unreasonable joke, I fell asleep as the seconds went by and the night began to dissolve. But, to my surprise, that night, a stranger from the Christmas Market came into my dream.

Yeah, HansH Mahesvara. Something I don't know why, I dream of.

The first meeting was clearly spinning in my dream. It's just, the situation is better even without introduction. And, better yet, the man smiled happily in my dreams as if he had met someone he already knew, not at all like meeting a stranger. I stared at the look, which shone on his face, and this time also without sorrow in his eyes.

"I've been waiting for you so long. The long wait I knew would never be in vain. I miss you, Alisah."

The alisah? I'm not Alisah. "Sorry-"

"Shhh.. don't say anything. Let me look you in the face."

Just at that moment my face changed, no longer Zia's face, but Alisah's.

My face? How could? This is impossible. No. gabe. This isn't my face.

In my confusion, HansH, his eyes looked at me with all love, and, gently, he stroked my cheeks with fingers as soft as a velvet so that I was lulled. She smiled, with her perfect good looks, her face drew closer to my face, her breath teasingly felt warm on my cheek, then, she kissed me, right on my lips. Yeah, that's where I was, safe in his arms, inhaling the fragrance of his skin, and looking back at that look that glowed on his handsome face.

"Hey, Zia...! Hello...!"

Waking up all of a sudden, I sat down and stared at the golden-pink dawn that was crumbling between the gaps of the curtains. The birds had already started singing outside and the world was beginning to wake up. My heartbeat rumbled in my ears as the memories of the kiss returned violently.

"What dream are you? Looks like someone kissed you in a dream. Who her? HansH Mahesvara's? Hmm?"

Frowning. He pisses me off. Indeed HansH. But you don't have to say it....

"I have to go. I have a little business to handle. It's okay, right?"

Yeah, of course you are. My dream has also been broken. What a strange dream. It must have been Neha's words last night. Face surgery? No! It won't! Well, Zia, there's no point in thinking about that weird dream, okay? Now you better get up, take a shower and have some warm tea. Don't follow madly like Neha.

Yep, I also do my routine casually, until the time comes. It is morning, I must go to meet with Brother Sanjeev. I wrapped myself in as many layers as I could realistically see and started walking along the frozen sidewalk to the train station. I secretly hoped that approaching this north pole would cause train delays, thus keeping me away from the shameful chatter I knew was about to happen. But the train took me to Birmingham with perfect punctuality and even though I was walking slower than usual towards the bus stop, my bus arrived on time. Obviously no one will keep me away from this meeting. Resign, reluctantly, I'll take my ride.

My mind drifted as a hazy-looking suburb passed me. Around me, cheerful children and noisy teenagers chattering, the joy of Christmas was evident in their laughter. Just two days into the Great Day, the same topic of conversation was buzzing among my companions: will this year snow?

Huh! Kuhela took a deep breath as my dismissal appeared in front.

Gazing through the dewy window, I was able to recognize Kak Sanjeev's black messy hair and his familiar shoulder-bending shape on our usual table near the counter. All right, I said to myself, come on, let's fix it and let's finish this.

A gust of moist air scented with fried breakfast swept over me as I pushed the door open and the waiter greeted me, he smiled kindly and invited me to sit down.

Restlessly, I raised my gaze and saw Brother Sanjeev raise his hand upon noticing my arrival and I felt my head feel a little dizzy as I approached him.

"Morning." He smiled, half-standing to welcome me. She was wearing a deep blue sweater that I liked very much, with a white T-shirt inside as well as indigo jeans. This combination did not help to dampen the flutter of the butterfly wings in my stomach.

I smiled back. "Hi." Not knowing exactly how to start the conversation, I stretched my precious time a little while removing the coat and slowly opened the twists of the scarf, placing it on the bench next to me.

Sanjeev returned to his seat and played the empty sugar wrap while staring at the surface of the melamine table. When she raised her gaze to meet my gaze, I was surprised to see the fragility staring back at me.

"It's good to see you."

Fold my arm in a protective style. "I can't take long."

"Oh, so."

"I've got about forty-five minutes, anyway. So...."

"Good." He raised his hand to rub his nose - something he always does when he's agitated. "But I'm glad you came. I'm not sure you want to."

He turned his face. "Geez, this is heavy."

"I understand. I'm...."

The waiter came to bring Kak Sanjeev's order. He also ordered food for me. As usual, a cup of espresso and a meat sandwich with a double egg.

"My sister's favorite. I'll never forget."

Oh my God, tight. It should have been before that declaration of love I should really know where I was: as a sister, never more.

"Thank you, Brother."

He's nodding. "Look, Zia, about saturday...."

The fear that caused nausea flowed over me profusely. If the worn-out olive-green linoleum under our feet split to swallow me then and there I would definitely be the happiest woman in the world. Ever since Saturday's failure, I've realized I wish I could do what Christopher Reeve did in Superman, when he flew into space and turned the Earth's rotation around to rewind time. But the fact remains that this is not something that will be lost. Gathering the courage I can do, I have to face it.

"I'm sorry I embarrassed you."

"No, really."

"Yes. I also embarrassed myself."

"Zoe...."

"No, please let me say this, okay? Because if not now, I'll never say it. So, please listen to me."

He nodded and then crossed.

"So, the thing is, at that time I was shorting. Obviously I think we're heading in a certain direction when, as it turns out, we're not. It's myfault. Anyway I don't want to lose you as my brother because of this. You're the only family I have."

She smiles. "Not going to."

"Yes, great. That's good."

Sanjeev was about to say something else when the cafe door opened and a large group of builders burst in. Their noisy laughter and loud voices hinted that further talks were impossible while they spread around the cafe. I wonder if this will end our conversation sooner but Brother Sanjeev beckoned me to stay seated then left the table for the counter. A few minutes later, she brought back two cups to carry and a brown paper bag.

"Come," he said, "I know a better place to eat this."

I followed him out of the cafe commotion towards High Street. Five minutes later, we were down a steep hill to Cannon Hill Park.

While I'm not entirely sure I want this conversation to be extended, I have to admit that Mr. Sanjeev knows me well. Everywhere I turn, memories surround me in this park: a summer weekend spent as a child feeding ducks, picnics on an exciting holiday with Kak Sanjeev and Neha, respectively, lunchtime meetings on sunny spring days - all of that happens here. Like Harry's, this park is an inseparable part of our lives.

At first, we wanted to sit by the lake. But for whatever reason, Sanjeev decided that we should move.

"Why is it here?" my many.

Sanjeev shook his head, but his gaze was fixed on someone who was standing, glued to the lake. HansH, he's the one over there. And by just seeing it in front of my eyes, my body suddenly trembled at once to remember the beauty of his kiss in my dream. Geez, seeing that man as well I immediately agreed for us to immediately move to another place.

"I don't want anyone listening to us. That's it," said Sanjeev.

Suddenly I became indifferent to whatever the reason, all I wanted right now was to avoid HansH-and, forget the kiss he gave me in my dream last night. That kiss...

Ughhhh! It's just a sleeping flower, Zia. Just a weird dream. Crazy dream. Okay well? Do not keep remembering. Please.please, don't.

Oh my... Neha and that man's shadow really made me crazy.