Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands
Chapter 133 --133.

Chapter 133: Chapter-133.

As soon as Kaya dozed off, another dream slipped in—soft at first, then slowly turning clearer. It felt so real this time, almost like she was standing there for real.

There was a small wooden setup in front of her. A mandap, maybe. Just four bamboo sticks holding it up, with big green leaves tied behind like a backdrop. A few colorful cloths hung loosely, and some bells clinked in the wind. It wasn’t grand or flashy—just simple and... peaceful.

In the middle of it, a small fire burned gently. Not too big, just enough to warm the space around it.

There were no guests. No noise. Just the sound of the breeze and the quiet crackling of fire.

And two people.

A man was walking slowly around the fire, holding someone’s hand. He wore a deep blue sherwani, the kind that looked soft and expensive even from far. There was a small red cloth pinned to his chest, and on his head was a turban made of silk, pearls stitched at the edge. Kaya couldn’t see his face clearly—like the dream was hiding it—but something about him... felt known. Too known.

Beside him was a woman in a deep red lehenga, her face hidden under a long red veil. She walked quietly, matching his steps. Her hands were full of red bangles, and soft henna patterns covered her skin. The anklets on her feet made a faint sound every time she moved.

They didn’t speak. They just smiled softly at each other—like nothing else mattered. Like just being together was enough.

Kaya stood there, watching.

She didn’t know why her chest felt heavy.

She didn’t understand why this dream felt like something she’d lived before.

But as she looked at the fire, the couple, the quiet way they moved... a strange feeling rose inside her. Not fear. Not joy. Something in between.

Like she had worn that red lehenga once. Like she had held that hand and taken those same steps.

Like this wasn’t just a dream at all.

But a memory.

A forgotten one.

But suddenly, the dream shifted.

The soft glow of the wedding fire turned into a blaze—angry, wild, and out of control. The mandap that had looked so peaceful just moments ago was now cracking, burning, falling apart.

Kaya’s heart raced.

The woman—still in her red wedding dress—was now lying unconscious on the ground. Her bangles were scattered, and her veil had slipped halfway off her face. Smoke filled the air, curling around her like claws.

And the man—he was holding her in his arms, eyes wide with panic as he looked around.

Then... his eyes locked with Kaya’s.

It was just a dream, she reminded herself. Just a dream. But it didn’t feel like one.

It felt like he was really looking at her. Like he could actually see her standing there—frozen, unable to move.

Kaya wanted to run. Her legs screamed to move. But her body stood still.

Then he smiled.

Not a big smile. Just a soft, sad one.

And the mandap—what was left of it—came crashing down.

Kaya’s breath caught in her throat.

She watched as the man didn’t run. Didn’t flinch. Instead, just before the burning wood hit, he pulled the woman closer... and covered her with his body.

The flames swallowed everything. And just like that, the scene faded—like smoke slipping between her fingers.

And Kaya... woke up with a jolt, her chest heavy.

"Huff huff".

Kaya’s face had gone pale. Sweat clung to her skin, sticking her hair to her forehead. She gasped, trying to breathe, but everything felt heavy.

And then... something strange.

Her face was wet.

Confused, she touched her cheek—and paused.

Tears?

She looked at her hand. Her fingers were wet. She rubbed her face quickly, as if wiping them away would make them stop.

But the tears kept coming.

Kaya blinked, stunned. She hadn’t even cried when she died. Not when she bled, not when she lost everything. But now... now, over a dream she couldn’t even fully remember?

Her chest tightened.

She didn’t know what she saw, or why it hit her so hard. The memory of it was slipping away like water through her fingers. But her heart—her heart felt like it had been cracked open.

She wanted to cry more.

"Ugh... so sicking ... ugh..." Kaya mumbled, burying her face in her hands.

And just like that, the tears came again—sudden, hot, and unstoppable.

She sobbed.

Real, broken sobs. Her shoulders trembled as she cried hard, loud, and without shame. The kind of crying that had been waiting for years behind a locked door.

She didn’t even know why.

Why now?

Why over a stupid dream?

She hadn’t cried in years. Not since that day. Not since her teammate—her best friend—died in front of her eyes. And even then, she had only let herself cry once. After that, she’d sealed it away, told herself crying was a weakness she couldn’t afford.

But now?

Now she sat here, sobbing like a lost child in the middle of nowhere, in a world that wasn’t hers, grieving over something she couldn’t even explain.

Her chest hurt. Her face burned. Her nose was blocked, and she could barely breathe through it.

"Damn it..." she muttered, sniffling.

After what felt like forever, her tears finally slowed down. She wiped her face with her sleeve, shaky fingers brushing across damp cheeks. Her breathing steadied. She took a deep breath, coughed a little, and forced herself to sit up straight.

That was... enough.

She was exhausted. But also—lighter.

Still sniffling, Kaya stood up.

And then she froze.

Her body stiffened as a strange feeling crawled up her spine. It was like someone had been standing right behind her.

Slowly, she turned around.

There was nothing.

Just the quiet wind and the empty space behind her.

But that feeling—that instinct, that gut pull—was too strong to ignore.

She wasn’t imagining it.

Someone... or something had been there.

She could feel it in her bones.