Twenty years ago…
The evening sky glowed like molten gold as the sun slowly dipped toward the horizon. On the terrace of a grand bungalow, a young girl stood still, as if she were part of the scenery itself.
Her name was Mary Rose—but everyone called her Rose.
Tall, graceful, and radiant, Rose leaned slightly against the carved railing, her eyes lost in the beauty of the world before her. The soft evening breeze played with her hair, and the golden sunlight painted her face with a dreamy glow.
From the terrace, she could see everything—the vast garden stretching across two acres, filled with tall trees swaying gently, flowering plants bursting with colors, and rows of grapevines crawling across wooden frames. Birds flew freely across the sky, chirping as if they were part of a melody only Rose could hear.
She smiled faintly.
"This is peace…" she whispered to herself.
Time slipped away without her noticing.
Inside the bungalow, Mr. Daniel paced restlessly in the living hall.
"Where is my baby?" he asked one of the maids, his voice filled with concern. "I haven't seen her for two hours. Go and find her!"
"Yes, sir," the maid replied quickly and hurried away.
She searched around the house before finally making her way to the terrace. As she stepped in, she saw Rose standing there, lost in her own world.
"Madam…" the maid called gently.
Rose turned, her expression calm and distant. "Hmm?"
"Sir is calling you. He's been searching for you for a long time."
Rose blinked, surprised. "Oh… I didn't realize the time." She smiled softly. "I'm coming."
She walked down the stairs gracefully, her mind still lingering in the golden sky she had left behind.
As she entered the hall, Daniel immediately walked toward her.
"Where were you, my dear?" he asked, a mix of relief and mild scolding in his voice.
"I was on the terrace, Dad," Rose replied innocently. "Just enjoying the evening."
Daniel sighed, then smiled. "It's already 8 p.m. Come, let's have dinner."
The dining table was set lavishly, as always. Father and daughter sat together, sharing not just food, but quiet comfort.
After dinner, they moved to the prayer room.
The soft glow of candles flickered against the walls as they stood side by side, hands folded, thanking Lord Jesus for their blessings. It was a ritual they never missed.
After prayers, they retired to their rooms.
The house fell silent.
But the night had something else in store.
Rose turned in her sleep.
A dream unfolded.
A young man appeared before her—handsome, confident, and strangely familiar. He wore a light-colored outfit, stylish and elegant, with dark goggles covering his eyes. His presence carried an aura of power and mystery.
He stepped out of a luxurious car.
Behind him, a few men—perhaps his assistants or guards—followed respectfully.
He walked toward a grand function hall, brightly lit and beautifully decorated. Music echoed faintly in the background as the doors opened for him.
Rose watched everything as if she were there… yet invisible.
Her heart raced.
Who is he?
Why do I feel like I know him?
The dream continued, but just as she tried to see his face clearly—
Everything faded.
The next morning, sunlight streamed through her window.
Rose woke up suddenly, her heart still beating fast.
"The dream…" she whispered.
She sat up, trying to remember every detail—but it was slipping away.
Fragments remained.
The car.
The hall.
The boy.
She quickly went downstairs where Daniel was reading the newspaper.
"Dad!" she called.
He looked up and smiled. "Good morning, my dear."
"Dad… I saw someone in my dream," she said, sitting beside him. "A boy. I don't know him, but it felt so real. He was driving a car… and there was a big function hall… and people around him."
Daniel chuckled softly. "Dreams can be strange, Rose. Sometimes what we see or think about during the day appears in our dreams."
"But I've never seen him before," she insisted, her voice softening. "He felt… important."
Daniel looked at her for a moment, then gently placed his hand on her head.
"Don't worry too much, my doll. It's just a dream."
Rose nodded, but something inside her wasn't convinced.
At that moment, Daniel's phone rang.
He answered it.
"Hello?"
A cheerful voice came from the other end.
"It's me, your sister!"
Daniel smiled widely. "Mary! How are you?"
"I'm doing well," she replied. "And I have news—I'm coming to the USA in four days."
"That's wonderful!" Daniel said happily. "You are always welcome."
After the call ended, life returned to its usual pace.
Daniel immersed himself in his work—he owned a successful automobile parts manufacturing company, employing dozens of workers. His life was filled with responsibility, yet centered entirely around his daughter.
Rose, too, continued her daily routine.
But beneath it all, something had changed.
A few days later, exciting news arrived.
Rose had secured first class in her graduation—and stood among the top students.
Daniel was overjoyed.
"My daughter!" he exclaimed proudly. "I'm so proud of you!"
To celebrate, he organized a grand party.
The next evening, the bungalow came alive with lights, music, and laughter. Guests arrived in elegant attire, carrying gifts and warm wishes.
Rose stood at the center of it all, glowing with happiness.
Daniel gifted her a beautiful diamond necklace.
Her aunt Mary, who had just arrived from India, gave her diamond earrings and rings. Her cousins gifted her handbags and anklets.
Friends and relatives showered her with blessings and flowers.
A massive cake was brought in.
"Cut it, Rose!" everyone cheered.
She smiled and cut the cake as applause filled the air.
The celebration continued late into the night.
Yet amidst all the joy, Daniel sat quietly for a moment, his eyes filled with tears.
He was thinking of his late wife.
Mary noticed and gently comforted him. "She is watching from heaven," she said softly. "Be strong."
He nodded silently.
That night, after the celebrations ended, Rose went to bed, exhausted yet happy.
But the dream returned.
The same boy.
This time clearer.
He stepped out of a stunning peacock-blue car, dressed in white. His bluish eyes—though partially hidden—seemed to shine with intensity.
He walked again toward the grand hall.
Rose tried to follow him.
Tried to see his face.
Tried to understand—
But suddenly—
"Madam… wake up. It's morning."
The voice broke the dream.
Rose opened her eyes slowly.
Her maid stood beside her, holding a cup of coffee.
The dream vanished again.
But this time—
It left behind a question.
Who is he?
And why does he keep coming back?