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"Help!" I screamed out trying to grab his attention, he turned to look at me. That was it, even in this situation, I ended up losing my breath looking at him. He was lean and tall and so handsome to see with a dimple in his chin. And the best part was he was in a suit indicating that he was a businessman who might be aware of Viaan. That way I could reach out to Viaan for help.
As the stranger quickly analyzed the situation, he immediately opened the door of the passenger seat and ran towards the driver side before climbing in. I didn't think twice before climbing into the passenger seat while he ignited the engine and drove it in reverse. I pulled the door closed when he took the turn and started to calm my ragged breathing.
"Thanks," I croaked between my breaths.
"Mention not," he replied in a deep voice. The shades on his eyes hid half of his face. I examined the rest of his features. He had a longer face with a sharp jawline. Clean shaved and bouncy hair. He mustn't be much older than me. Perhaps even younger than me. The defined male features were prominent indicating he might be very popular among his female friends.
"Why were you chased like that?" He asked rounding around the corner.
"I don't know, they randomly started to follow me when I passed by them in the alley. Maybe it's because of my husband..." I mumbled the last part to myself.
"What do you mean?" He asked, glancing over me briefly.
"Viaan Raivardhan, heard about him?" I asked hopefully.
"Oh yes! You are his wife, aren't you? I've seen the news but didn't recognize you from the pictures," he exclaimed looking at the road.
"Yes, sorry for not meeting your expectations in reality," I gave him a tight-lipped smile.
"I didn't mean it in a bad way, what I meant was you are even better looking in person," he turned around another corner entering the main road.
"Where to?" He asked, joining the already clearing traffic.
"Cuppa ahead. That would be my stop," I pointed at the diminished board of the cafe that was getting more and more clearer as we neared it. He stopped by pulling to the curd and looked over at me.
"Thanks once again, I don't know what would have happened if you weren't there at that time," I took my time thanking for his help when he didn't even know who I was.
He cast a lopsided smile replying, "You're most welcome."
I grinned back before extending my hand for a handshake, "I'm Rynah Raivardhan by the way."
He studied me and my extended hand for a second, contemplating about something before finally deciding to shake it, "Shaurya. Shaurya Vardhan."
His big, rough hand gave me a firm handshake before letting it go.
"Be careful out there, there are a lot of people you need to be wary of," his words gave me chills but I shook it off before smiling at him and replied, "I will be. Until next time then, Shaurya!"
"Until the next time," he nodded curtly before driving away after I got down. Breathing a sigh of relief, I turned around and entered the cafe. I wasn't going to tell Anjali about what had happened with me, stressing her more than she already was. I may talk about it with one of my in-laws, ‘may’being the keyword...
Walking into the sitting area, I spotted Anjali sitting in a corner, against a wall. She had a lost look on her face while she swirled her cold coffee with her straw. The drink was untouched for sure. She looked up only when I pulled the chair beside her to sit down.
"Rynah," she blinked, coming back to present before hugging me as a greeting.
"Anju, you look so lost. What happened?" I asked, hugging her back. She withdrew and started to fidget with her fingers.
"He came back," she looked down as she said it, like a timid little squirrel.
"Raj?" I frowned, searching for any other clue that could hint about what was going on with her. She nodded still not meeting my eyes before continuing, "He... Raj has been calling me and pleading to meet him once. When I didn't return it, he dropped by the college and dragged me to a corner. He kept apologizing for everything. For judging you, for hurting me and everything."
"He did?" I asked, trying to predict her next words.
She nodded again.
"So what's the problem?"
"I’m still not quite sure if my anger has subdued or not. He had spoken bad about you! How could I forgive him so easily?" She scowled at my face.
I couldn't help but let a big smile slip making her scowl deepen, "You still love him enough to think about him."
