Chapter 5

I am just standing there, in the middle of the parking lot, looking at him.

The next second I burst out laughing.

Me, a celebrity?

Now there's a joke that can make people laugh for not less than a millennium.

I continue to laugh until my stomach starts to hurt. I wipe the tears from the corner of my eyes and look at him. His face is as serious as a heart attack. I stop laughing as I realize he isn't joking. I feel like the air is sucked out of my lungs as the realisation dawns me.

I am a celebrity.

"Yes. You are an actress. A pretty good one" he says without hesitation, reading my face. I can see a twinkle in his eyes.

An actress!

The last I wanted to be an actress was when I was in school! I remember participating in almost all the dramas and dances in school. I used to love acting and dancing and yes I wanted to be an actress more than anything.

But that was in school!

The moment I finished school and stepped into real world, I realised it wasn't my cup of tea. And even if it was, my parents would never allow me to drink it! They had made that as clear as a day to me.

And I understood they were right, I am a girl from a very conservative family.

Then how on earth did this happen?

I guess I am dead from the accident and now stepped into an alternative universe where I have been given the life I always wanted to live.

An over the top sexy fiancé, who is head over heels in love with me. And my dream career.

I am drawn from my thoughts when I hear a snap of fingers in front of my face.

He is standing in front of me with a knowing smile on his face.

"But.. how did this happen?" I ask, how on earth did I make my way into Bollywood?

"You know what, the only drawback in you is you never give yourself enough credit." He says reading my mind. "You are the most talented person I have ever come across. It was just a matter of time people recognized it. And now that they do there is no going back." he says as he intertwines his fingers through mine.

I smile as I look at our intertwined fingers. I realize that no one has ever made me feel as special as he does.

"Come on, we can talk once we reach home," he says as pulls me towards the cars.

I am lost in my thoughts as we reach the car.

I look at it when he opens the door for me. I feel my heart skip a beat.

It's a Porsche.

I am standing motionless, my eyes and mouth wide open. He owns a freaking Porsche. This is my favourite car!

I never in a billion years thought I would ride in one.

"You own a Porsche!" I exclaim as I continue to gawk at the giant beauty shining proudly.

I hear him chuckling beside me.

"No baby. This is yours. Mine is under repair currently, so we gona ride in yours today."

Okay that's it. This day has barely started and I am receiving dhamakas one after the other. It's like my own personal diwali.

I silently sit inside as I honestly do not know what to say. I guess my expression speaks volumes.

He is still laughing as he closes my side of the door and runs towards his.

The whole ride we just stay quiet. I guess he is giving me time to wrap my mind around everything. As I start thinking, things start making sense.

The moment I had woken up in the hospital I had seen loads of cards and bouquets beside my bed. And the nurse always kept talking about celebrities and how hard their life is. And I have lost a ton of weight!

And most importantly, the memory.

I didn't really understand it then but now all of this makes so much more sense.

As I think about the memory, I realize I still haven't told Siddharth about it. I turn towards him to tell him.

His face is serious as he is driving. He is concentrating hard, he looks like how a five year old would look while riding his cycle. He looks very cute to be honest.

I realize I am staring at him when he turns and looks at me.

Great! This is the second time he's caught me gawking at him like some loner.

I hear him chuckle as I look forward at once, which is slowly starting to become my favourite sound.

I then realize I was supposed to tell him about the memory I had this morning. I clear my throat to get his attention.

"Umm.. there is something I wanted to tell you," I start as I feel nervous. What if it was not really a memory?

I look at him and he is looking at me expectantly while trying to keep a steady look on the road. If it was not a memory I would ruin both mine and his hopes.

"What is it baby?" He asks quietly, sensing my hesitation.

Should I tell him?

"You know you can tell me anything right?" I nod and realize it is better to just get it off my chest.

"I think I had a memory flash this morning." I blabber out at once before I change my mind.

The car comes to an abrupt halt in the middle of the road. I can hear people honking behind us.

He is just looking at me like I have grown an extra head, totally oblivious to the honks from the cars behind.

"What?" he asks still looking at me.

"Shoot! You have stopped the car in the middle of the road Siddharth! We need to move!" I shout as I look at him. But he is just staring at me with wide eyes.

"SID!" I shout to bring him back.

He comes out of his shock and quickly moves the car and parks it to the side of the road.

"You remember?" he asks his face full of hope.

"Not everything. I just felt like I remembered one incident." I say as I look at him. "But I am not sure if it is real," I say as I fiddle my thumbs.

"What did you remember?" He asks desperately.

"I don't know. It looked like we were in some award function. The crowd was cheering aloud for you. You were receiving an award. I was wearing a black dress and was cheering along with a person who looked very similar to you," I explain as I watch realization dawn in him.

"Oh my god. " he says as he smiles widely.

Before I can react I am in his arms. He is hugging me so hard that it is hard to breathe. He releases me after one full minute and looks at me. I can see his eyes glistening.

"It was one of my most special nights baby. It was the night I received my first award," I gasp as he tells me. "But that's not the only reason why the night was so special."

I look at him expectantly. What can be more special than receiving your first award?

"It was the night we first confessed our feelings for each other."