When Everything Belong To You

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He wore a black coat sharp, ironed, and clearly expensive. The scent of his branded perfume filled the air. Standing in front of the mirror, he looked at himself with quiet confidence.

He glanced at his wristwatch a masterpiece of white gold and diamonds, shining softly under the light. Pure elegance wrapped around his wrist.

He walked down the grand staircase of his mansion the kind of place where someone could easily forget the way to their own room.

As he stepped outside, a bodyguard was already waiting. Without a word, the guard opened the car door.

He slid in and sat comfortably, like he owned not just the car but the world.

On the other side… Maya was sleeping peacefully

On her bed, as if lost in a beautiful dream.

In her dream, she wore a red bridal lehenga, looking like a bride straight out of a fairytale. She was doing feras — walking around the holy fire — with a man. His face was hidden, covered with a garland of flowers.

Just as he lifted the garland to reveal his face…

“Kab tak soti rahegi tu?” her mother’s voice snapped her back to reality.

Her mother slapped her lightly on the shoulder.

“Ouchh! What happened, Mom? Kya tsunami aa gayi hai duniya mein?” Maya groaned, still half-asleep.

Her mom crossed her arms and frowned.

“11 bajne ko aaye hain! Store kaun kholega? Sapno mein dulhan bani baithi hai, aur yahan dukan ka shutter bhi bandh hai!”

Maya rolled to the side, mumbling,

“Bas 5 minute aur…”

“5 minute mein toh customer nikal jaayega!” her mom snapped back.

“Tumhare 5 minute toh hamesha aadhe ghante ke hote hain!” Her mother huffed, pulling the bedsheet off Maya.

Maya got up and walked straight to the kitchen.

She took out some rice and put it in a pot to cook. Since the store was attached to the house, she went just like that—in her slippers, still half sleepy.

“What do you need?” she asked the customer at the counter.

“A soap and half a liter of milk,” the woman replied.

Maya took a spoon, tasted the rice quickly, then grabbed a soap from the shelf and milk from the fridge. She handed both things to the customer.

The woman gave her the money. Without saying anything, Maya opened the cash box and placed the notes inside.

“What a dream that was…” Maya thought, still a little lost.

“When will something like that ever happen in real life?” she mumbled to herself, stirring the rice lazily.

Just then, she heard the sound of a scooter stopping outside.

A boy got off the scooty — holding… a piglet.

Yes. A real baby pig.

Maya blinked in surprise. She quickly put the rice pot to the side and walked toward the animal, forgetting everything else.

She snatched the piglet from the boy’s hands without even asking.

“This… this is so cute!” she said, holding it like it was a soft toy.