After two or three days, Rose began to feel a strange pull toward the function hall nearby. It wasn't just curiosity—it was something deeper, something she couldn't explain. The place looked exactly like the one from her dreams: the same grand building, the same glowing decorations, the same flower arrangements, and the same majestic entrance gate.
And most of all… the same man.
A tall, handsome man—nearly six feet, well-dressed, calm, and dignified—had appeared in her dreams again and again. Now that she was in India, the dreams hadn't stopped. Instead, they felt more real.
"I need to see that place," she told herself.
Without wasting time, Rose called the maids.
"Please come with me. I want to go to the function hall. It's nearby."
The maids hesitated.
"Ma'am, we should inform your father first."
"There's no need," Rose replied quickly. "I just want to see the garden and decorations."
Still unsure, one maid went to seek permission from her father. After getting his approval, four or five maids accompanied Rose.
As soon as she reached the gate of the function hall, a strange feeling overwhelmed her—something intense and unexplainable, the same sensation she had experienced in her dreams.
Her heart raced.
She began looking around anxiously, turning in every direction, even running a few steps here and there as if searching for someone.
The maids grew worried.
"What happened to Miss Rose?" they whispered among themselves, following closely behind her.
But Rose found nothing.
Disappointed, she slowed down.
"Shall we go into the garden?" she asked softly.
"Yes, ma'am," they replied.
She walked through the entire garden, entering from one gate and exiting through another, scanning every corner. But the man she had been searching for was nowhere to be seen.
"Why can't I find him?" she murmured to herself. "I've seen him three times in my dreams… where is he today?"
The maids exchanged concerned glances.
"Ma'am, what are you saying? Is something wrong? Please tell us. We can help."
Rose quickly composed herself.
"No, nothing. I just wanted to pluck some flowers."
She forced a smile and returned home.
At home, her father and Aunt Mary were sitting in the hall, discussing wedding arrangements.
"Good afternoon, Father. Good afternoon, Aunt," Rose greeted.
Mary looked at her curiously.
"Where did you go, Rose? We haven't seen you for an hour."
"I went to the function hall with the servants," Rose replied. "The garden and decorations are beautiful. I liked it very much."
Mary smiled but said gently,
"There's no need to go there every day, dear. In three days, we will all move there and stay for fifteen days. All the guests will be there too."
Then her tone softened with concern.
"Rose, are you alright? You seem distracted. Is something troubling you?"
Her father also looked at her carefully.
"You don't look like yourself, Rose. What's bothering you?"
Rose forced a smile.
"I'm fine, Father. Nothing is wrong."
But deep inside, confusion grew stronger.
Three days later, the entire family moved to the function hall.
The place was magnificent—a large two-storied building with beautifully arranged rooms for guests, servants, and family members. Special suites were prepared for the bride and groom, along with luxurious halls for celebrations.
"Rose, your room is upstairs," Mary said.
Rose went to the first floor with her father and servants. Her room was spacious and elegant, filled with light from large windows. From there, she could see everything—the grand entrance, the garden, and the glowing decorations.
She was delighted.
Running back downstairs, she hugged her aunt.
"Aunt, I love the room! It's beautiful. I can see the entire place from there—the gardens, the flowers, everything!"
Mary smiled warmly.
"I'm glad you like it."
Later, Rose asked permission to explore the function hall again. With the servants following her, she wandered through every corner—hallways, rooms, and gardens.
But once again… she found nothing.
No man. No car.
Only silence.
After an hour of searching, she returned to her room, disappointed.
The next morning, after breakfast, Rose went back to her room and rested for a while. When she woke up and stood near the window, she noticed a large van entering the premises.
Several workers stepped out, carrying bundles of decorative fabrics.
Then… a car arrived.
Her heart skipped a beat.
A man stepped out.
He was wearing an ash-colored coat, a white outfit, and dark goggles. Tall. Graceful. Familiar.
It was him.
The man from her dreams.
Without thinking, Rose rushed downstairs.
"Where are you going?" the servants asked, hurrying after her.
"Come with me!" she said urgently.
But by the time she reached the gate…
He was gone.
The car had disappeared.
Rose stood frozen.
"I saw him… I really saw him…" she whispered, trembling. "He was here… right here…"
Tears filled her eyes.
"What is happening to me?" she cried softly. "He comes in my dreams… and now in real life too… but vanishes every time…"
The servants looked worried.
"Ma'am, please tell us what's wrong."
Rose shook her head.
"Nothing… I'm fine."
She returned to her room, but this time, she couldn't hold back her tears.
After a while, a thought struck her.
"This isn't right," she said to herself. "Next time he appears in my dream, I will ask him everything—who he is, where he lives, why he keeps coming into my life."
Her eyes hardened with determination.
"I won't let him disappear again."
She wiped her tears, gathered her strength, and made a silent promise to herself.
After saying a quiet prayer, she went downstairs for dinner.
But her heart was no longer at peace.
The mystery had only just begun.