Fictitious Truth

She had a daydream she loved escaping to. A daydream in which everything was perfect: She, with him. Madly in love with each other. Although it was a daydream, it was vividly alive. She could feel it, almost as if it was real. She could imagine his strong arms around her, holding her like she was the most precious thing in his world. She could inhale the woody-spicy scent of his cologne that she loved so much. She could almost taste the gentle blaze of his lips against hers. She was his princess. He was her whole world. She could do anything for him, sacrifice everything. No person, no thing, no opportunity was more important than him. It was just the two of them - lost in each other. Blissful.
She would fall asleep in his protective embrace. He would gaze at her with eyes alight with the burning sparkle of intense, undying love.
When she looked into them, a song would play, somewhere in her heart: 'Tujh main rab dikhta hai, yaara main kya karun...Sajde sar jhukta hai, yaara main kya karun...' ('I glimpse God in you. I can't help it. I bow down to worship you. I can't help it.)
Then, somwhere in real life, someone would call her name. Again. And again. And she would finally snap out of the bubble. And come crashing back to crushing reality. The song would change: 'Kahin to hogi wo...duniya jahan tu mere saath hai' ('It must be out there somehwere...a world where you're with me'.) She would hear a sound no one else could. The sound of her heart breaking. Yet again. Because it was only a daydream. A ridiculous one at that. In reality, she would look at him with eyes full of love and see none of it reflected back, instead catching only a faint gleam of mild amusement.
'You're fat,' he would tell her. And it was true.
'Don't sing, your voice is funny.' he would tell her. And it was true.
'You're not half as beautiful as the girls I go out with,' he would tell her. And it was true.
'And you're stupid,' he would tell her. 'For thinking that I could like you.' And this too was true.
For she glimpsed God in Him. (She couldn't help it.) And God, for one, did not lie.



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