Chapter11:

LOVEY'S POV                                                      I felt someone was combing my hair with his fingers. I considered it a dream, a strange dream. I perceived it again.        " Stop it Romit. Let me sleep. " I was feeling irritated.        He didn't stop. I threw a slap in the air. I perceived a strong and solid hand around my wrist. I could feel his warm hand. It wasn't a small hand. My heart began to thud. My mind was thinking, my father was no more. I didn't have a boyfriend. It must be my dream. I kept my eyes closed.        I pulled my hand. On the contrary, the grip tightened on my wrist. I pulled hard this time, I squeezed my eyes in frustration. The grip tightened again and it was hurting me now.       " Shoo, shoo dream. " I said, moving my second hand.       'As it would fly away. How stupid of me!'      I could sense sleep was waiting to embrace me again. I used my second hand to get my hand free. My fingers were feeling a heavy, toned skin around my hand.