“Are you feeling better?” Doctor asked.

Rakshit was hospitalized after the hotel incident by Rinisha with the help of hotel staff. He was unconscious when they brought him there. He got his consciousness back, afterwards getting some treatment.

“I am fine now.” Rakshit replied.

His mother, Aradhika, Rinisha and Shaurya were standing near him. Aradhika was crying for her son's condition.

Rakshit looked up to his mother,

“Mom, please stop crying. See, I am okay.”

“How could I?” Aradhika wiped her tears. Shaurya came to her and consoled her.

“It's okay, auntie. Nothing happened to him.”

“Mom, please...” Rakshit pleaded.

“Mam, please I have to check on him.” Doctor requested.

“Sorry!” Aradhika mumbled.

Doctor turned to Rakshit and asked,

“Now tell me, actually what happened?”

“Uh, I don't know what happened. I felt my head was going to explode like someone was screaming inside my head.”

“Who?”

Rakshit closed his eyes to remember the scenario, “I don't know.”

“But you have told me 'she is screaming', are you forgetting?” Rinisha explained. She was too scared of Rakshit behavior. She never did see him like.

“Fine, it's just stress. Nothing more, anyway you should stay here today for further check up. Now take a rest.” Doctor told and went.

Rakshit smiled at Aradhika who was looking at him angrily.

“See, what he has done. He never listens to my words.”

“Mom, please...”

“Shut your mouth!” Aradhika boomed. She was so worried about his condition. “How many times I've told you not to stress yourself. Look, what happened now?”

“I am fine, mom.”

“Aunty, don't worry. I will take care of this idiot. Just go back home and take a rest.” Shaurya assured.

“Yes, mom. Go back to---”

“Don't call me mom!” Aradhika scolded. She told Shaurya, “Take care of him.” And she walked out.

“Take care!” Rinisha kissed his cheek and followed his mother.

Just as the two ladies were left there, Rakshit looked up to his friend.

“Shaurya, do me a favor?” Rakshit asked. He was planning something in his mind.

“Come on! You don't have to request me. Just order, I will do anything.”

“Anything?”

“Anything, man. Just tell me, what do you want?” Rakshit snorted a sly smile.

Shaurya had done with his work after some time. Rakshit requested him to draw the girl in his dream. He knew that his friend was an excellent artist, so he could draw anything from imagination. At first Shaurya didn't agree, but later he had to. In fact, he also wanted to see the girl who was disturbing his friend.

“I tried my best to draw your dreamy girl from my imagination with your details. I sketched her in an Indian style; anyway that's what you want, right?” Shaurya teased.

Rakshit lost his patience, he wanted to see her; the girl who stole his mind.

“Hey, show me.” Rakshit leaned to snatch the paper.

Shaurya smiled, “Can't you wait for a second? I have made the sketch, so I have all rights to see it.”

“That's my girl! Not yours!” Rakshit shouted.

Shaurya just ignored his friend and looked at the picture. When he was drawing it he didn't pay proper attention to the picture, he merely connected Rakshit's imagination. But, now he was looking at the picture; he just froze at his place.

The girl in the picture seemed very familiar. But, where?

Shaurya didn't know where, but he damn sure that he had seen the girl somewhere.

Just as he was trying to regain his memory to find out where he had seen the girl, Rakshit snatched it from his hands.

“What---”

“This is my dream girl, not yours.”

Rakshit looked at the picture in his hands and completely avoided his friend's stares. When his eyes fell on the dream girl of his, he was amazed.

Rakshit was staring at the picture like he was drawing her in his mind. He compared her all features keenly with the dream. When he was satisfied with all comparisons a warm smile crept on the corner of his lips.

“Beautiful!” Rakshit blurted out.

In the meanwhile Shaurya was in deep thought as the girl so much similar to someone, but who?

He was not ready to give up, so he just went back to his old memory layers one by one. Keep telling one thing in mind.

Who?who?who?

Finally, he got it.

“ANURADHA!”

“What?” Rakshit asked.

“Um...nothing.” Shaurya managed to lie to him.

Shaurya was shocked by the realization.

How could it be possible?

Rakshit dreamt about Anuradha?

How?

No, it's not merely coincidence that he sketched Anuradha. Rakshit was too confident when he detailed her.

Did he still remember her? Shaurya looked at the man in front of him who was sitting like he was the happiest man in the world.

“No, he doesn't remember anything.” Shaurya told himself.

“Shaurya, you did a great job.” Rakshit complimented him. “Though I did not remember her face clearly, I am sure she is the one in my dream.” He looked at her again, “She is so beautiful. I don't want any other face instead of her.” His fingers caressed the picture as he was really touching her face. “She looks real, maybe she is...”

“What?” Shaurya snapped. “What nonsense are you talking about? She is not real and it's just your imagination.”

Shaurya snatched the sketch from Rakshit and placed it on the bed. And captured the picture on his phone.

“What are you doing?” Rakshit grabbed his hand, “Why did you take her photo?” He looked up to Shaurya, puzzled.

“Just show my girlfriend.” Shaurya suddenly sent the picture to someone and said, “I want to make a call.” He excused himself from there and walked outside.

Rakshit took the picture again in his hands and admired the girl. He wished he could have seen her alive.

Shaurya called his friend, Viraj. He was another friend of his. Another badass member in their gang, but not too much like Rakshit. Rakshit Randhawa was the real badass king in their college. Viraj and Rakshit were quite similar in many ways, including their characters as well. So they're in the same wavelength.

“Hello, Viraj! It's me, Shaurya!”

“Shaurya! What's up, man?

“Listen, me... I have sent you a picture of a girl. Do check out and tell me who she is.”

“What? Picture?what are you talking about?”

“Ahrr...damn it go check it out now!”

“Ok, ok I will...just a minute...”

(After checking out the picture)

“Hey...you there?”

“Ya, I am here. Tell me, did you know her?”

“I think she is, Anuradha. And by the way---”

“Are you sure?”

“I am one hundred percent sure. She is that bitch, Anuradha. And the same Radha of our Rakshit...”

“Fuck!”

“Shaurya! What happened? You see her? Or Rakshit?”

“Viraj, I will call you later. Bye...”

Shaurya ended the call and came back to Rakshit where he was sleeping due to the sedation, holding the picture to him.

Shaurya's heart was broken at the sight. His friend was behaving like a kid holding his teddy bear in sleep.

How could a man change like this?

Completely opposite!

If the old Rakshit Randhawa was a Ravan. The new version of Rakshit Randhawa is Ram.

Shaurya couldn't ruin his life again. He didn't want to bring the old Rakshit Randhawa. He would do anything to keep him away from the old self. He would go to any extreme to keep his friend in sane.

Shaurya carefully took the picture from his hands. And tore it into pieces.

“Anuradha, you are a close chapter. I won't allow you to go back to his life ever. I will allow nobody to ruin his life.” Shaurya promised to himself as he threw her picture outside.