Chapter 133 --133.
As soon as Kaya dozed off, another dream slipped in—soft at first, then slowly turning clearer. It felt so real this time, almost like she was standing there for real.
There was a small wooden setup in front of her. A mandap, maybe. Just four bamboo sticks holding it up, with big green leaves tied behind like a backdrop. A few colorful cloths hung loosely, and some bells clinked in the wind. It wasn’t grand or flashy—just simple and... peaceful.
In the middle of it, a small fire burned gently. Not too big, just enough to warm the space around it.
There were no guests. No noise. Just the sound of the breeze and the quiet crackling of fire.
And two people.
A man was walking slowly around the fire, holding someone’s hand. He wore a deep blue sherwani, the kind that looked soft and expensive even from far. There was a small red cloth pinned to his chest, and on his head was a turban made of silk, pearls stitched at the edge. Kaya couldn’t see his face clearly—like the dream was hiding it—but something about him... felt known. Too known.
Beside him was a woman in a deep red lehenga, her face hidden under a long red veil. She walked quietly, matching his steps. Her hands were full of red bangles, and soft henna patterns covered her skin. The anklets on her feet made a faint sound every time she moved.
They didn’t speak. They just smiled softly at each other—like nothing else mattered. Like just being together was enough.
Kaya stood there, watching.
She didn’t know why her chest felt heavy.
She didn’t understand why this dream felt like something she’d lived before.
But as she looked at the fire, the couple, the quiet way they moved... a strange feeling rose inside her. Not fear. Not joy. Something in between.