Chapter 2: From Dream to Drama
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The supermarket was quiet that day. Sunlight leaked through the dusty windows, soft and golden. I walked through aisles of snacks and body wash until something sparkly caught my eye a small section lined with earrings.
Dainty hoops. Gold hearts. Silver butterflies. Chunky pearls.
They glowed like treasure under warm lights.
I stood there, frozen with indecision. Too many options, too much beauty.
Then a deep, velvet-smooth voice behind me said:
“I think the gold ones would suit you best. Simple, but unforgettable.”
I turned.
For a second, time paused.
Tall. Dark-skinned. Handsome with a capital H. His skin glowed like warm night, his eyes held calm mischief, and his smile? That smile was something poets should write about.
I blinked. Was he real?
Trying to stay composed, I picked the gold earrings and gently dropped them in my cart.
“Thanks,” I said softly.
As I moved toward the next aisle, he caught up.
“Sorry, random question... do you have any gift ideas for 8-year-old girls?”
I smiled, instantly warming up. “Actually, I do. I have an 8-year-old sister. She has a whole wishlist.”
We walked together to the toy section. He looked adorably lost among the glitter crafts and Barbie dolls. When I asked his budget, he gave me a gentle smile and said:
“Just pick what you think she’d love. I trust your taste.”
I picked a beautiful dollhouse set,bright, detailed, something magical..and he looked at it like I’d handed him gold.
“You’re a lifesaver,” he said.
We parted after that. I finished my shopping and joined the line at the cashier.
That’s when disaster struck! I couldn’t find my card. Mobile transfer wouldn’t go through. I was panicking, embarrassed, helpless.
And then, like a cue from the universe, he appeared beside me again.
“I’ll cover it,” he told the cashier.
“No, please..you’ve already..” I began.
“Let this be my thank-you. For helping me today.”
His voice was gentle but firm. I nodded, reluctantly.
Outside, I waited for my ride. Ten minutes passed. Then fifteen. The sky turned gray, wind picking up.
That’s when I heard the engine of a car purr to a stop beside me.
He rolled down the window of a sleek, black car.
“Let me drop you at the hostel. It’s not far, right?”
I froze.
This is how people disappear, my mind screamed. Ritualists didn’t always wear red wrappers and chant in shrines. Some wore designer shirts and smiled like angels.
“No thanks,” I said politely. “I’ll wait for my ride.”
He nodded, respectful.
“Fair. I just didn’t feel right leaving you here alone.”
Still unsure, I took out my phone, snapped a photo of him.
“I’m sending this to my mom,” I said firmly. “If anything happens, they’ll trace you.”
He laughed. Not offended. Amused.
“You’re bold. I respect that.”
I messaged my mom: "If I go missing, hold him accountable".
And after one deep breath, I got into the car.
And that’s it.
No wedding bells. No dramatic slow motion. Just a moment that felt like fate... or maybe a dream. Something soft, unexpected, and strangely intentional.
And honestly?
This is what I imagine.
Not just any guy..The guy.
Not now. Not today. But one day... when I’m ready to love.
When the timing is right.
But life rarely follows the script.
What if that “one day” starts sooner than I think?
What if this meeting wasn’t just a dream... but the beginning of a story I never saw coming?
Stay with me.
This is just Chapter Two(✯ᴗ✯).
- Writer
