Something in dreams

Chapter 1 — My Childhood Dream Ever since I was a little girl, I had one dream. I wanted to marry a Korean man someday. I don't know exactly when this dream started. Maybe it was because of the K-dramas I watched while growing up. Somewhere along the way, I created my own image of what my perfect love story would look like. I imagined a man who was handsome, well-dressed, caring, and a little mysterious. Someone who would look at me with so much warmth that I would never have to question how he felt about me. Someone who would want to travel the world with me. Someone who would remember the little things I said. Someone who would stand beside me when life became difficult. In my imagination, love was always beautiful. It was like a K-drama. Two people would meet unexpectedly. They would slowly fall for each other. There would be misunderstandings, emotional moments, beautiful memories… And somehow, they would always find their way back to each other. But as I grew older, I started understanding that real life wasn't a K-drama. I lived in India. And that childhood dream of mine slowly became nothing more than a fantasy. Then, someone entered my life. My boyfriend. At first, I really liked him. Talking to him, sharing little things about my day, having someone to think about—it all felt special. For the first time, I thought maybe I didn't need the Korean dream anymore. Maybe I didn't need a K-drama hero. Maybe all I really wanted was someone who genuinely cared about me. So I let my childhood dream fade away. Or at least… I thought I had. Because now, at eighteen, that old dream was somehow coming back. Sometimes while watching a K-drama. Sometimes when I saw a Korean actor on my screen. And sometimes late at night, when I was alone with my thoughts. I would ask myself the same question again and again. Had I really forgotten my dream? Or had I simply convinced myself that I had? I had feelings for my boyfriend. But somewhere deep inside me, there was still a girl who dreamed of a love story that felt like a K-drama. A love where someone would look at me with genuine affection. A love where we could travel the world together. A love where my dreams mattered too. I was only eighteen. My life had barely begun. Yet that night, for the first time, I had a strange feeling. Maybe my story wasn't going to be ordinary after all. Maybe… my K-drama was about to begin.