That night, Aman had a dream—one that felt all too real. In his dream, he once again found himself reliving that devastating night. The night that had mercilessly torn everything away from him, leaving him shattered beyond repair. The night that had cruelly snatched Dev away from him.
Aman woke up with a sudden jolt, his body drenched in cold sweat. His breathing was ragged, coming in heavy gasps as his chest heaved uncontrollably. The dream had been terrifying—so vivid, so lifelike, that it left him trembling. His heart pounded against his ribcage, racing at an unnaturally fast pace.
Yet, amidst the lingering fear, there was something even more unsettling—something far more inexplicable.
A heavy, sinking feeling settled deep within his chest, an ache that refused to subside. His heart clenched painfully as the horrifying scene from his dream kept replaying in his mind, over and over again, like a cruel, unending loop.
