There was a man. He was magical
There was a man. He was magical and bright. He looked like a King like the ones from old paintings. He had a handsome & stubbled face. He was around somewhere in his late 30's. I think I was enal enamoured by him. I don't remember it vividly, its all in a haze. I He loved me, I And I loved him. It suppose was a only hill station it was like he was the warmth I had. I think he was a king of a magical country that I had no idea of. But, he was married and he had kids. He was forced to make a choice. I was with friends and suddenly a young woman took my hand and began leading me away from my friends. Once we were far enough, she said he'd chosen me. She was his wife, the mother of his children. She walked me to a basement and I saw. my family there, He was there, too, with his children. I then realised that she would still be his wife and I would surely be the second option, always. Yet, I agreed and there was a ceremony after that. All my friends were there, majority of them were boys. Their faces were obscure but I saw a few familiar ones; Amrutha, Ananya, Samarth, Aditya, Hitesh, Rakshit One by one would put a kind of flower in my hair and tie a thread around wrist. Then, they sat apart from the rest the attenders. No matter how much tried to make them smile and talk, they didn't. They were not happy to be there. It was time for them to leave and slowly they disappeared. Next thing I know, I won was running the balcony, hoping to spot them on street. I saw them, all of them walking. away like it was nothing. But Samarth turned back and looked at me. I didn't want them to go away, to leave like that. But I understood that if I married this man, I would lose all my friends forever. I love them, all of them and for the first time the chill of the hills hit me and I wouldn't feel the warmth. Before I could do anything else I woke up