knock! knock! knock! " Seriously, duhhh! its 12 midnight who the hell is now on the door " thought Ms clare . She , with some anger and surprise went to the door. She opened the door and a stranger came rushing in. Before Ms Clare could question him, the stranger grabbed her by her waist and his other arm covered her mouth.Locking the door , he pulled her aside.

He whispered into her ears- " Im so sorry but its about my life , some people are chasing me and they want to kill me. Please! dont freak out or shout. Ill explain everything. Im getting off of you now. " As he spoke , he loosened his grip around her waist , pulled of his hand from her mouth and moved back a few steps.

Ms Clare althoughmore angry for what the man did to her turned back in such sour temperance and shouted at him - " I'm calling the police right now and you better be reasonable or you are so much in trouble ."

The Stranger still apologizing asked her to calm down and sit while he narrated his story.

The room was dark and thus the visibility was low. The only light which lighted the room a bit was from a burning candle that was kept in the next room. It was dark enough to only see figures and not proper faces.

They both sat down side by side. By chance the light was falling over the two people and for the first time they both saw each others face.

Ms Clare was a young independent lady of about 22 who lived on her own.She had blonde straightened hair. Her eyes were brown and glossy. Her lips were light pink and slim which made her smile an attractive one. Further below, she had a perfect figure 34 - 26 - 36.

While the stranger - named Samuel - was also young of about 25 , not too muscular and with a moderadely built body. He had black hair as a boy would have , normal eyes everything just like a regular human should have. Just that he was not fat or skinny. His dressing sense was a bit out of shape as he wore socks with slippers and shorts with formal shirt. He kinda looked like some funny man working as a clowns alternate.

He told her his situation . Ms Clares was now no more angry and a lovely smile full of pity appeared on her face. She took his hands in her and with a beautiful charming voice as of an angel consulted him that he can stay here as long as he wants and that she would take care of him if he needs anything.

Samuel was a sensitive emotional soul and to Clare's words he cried in her arms and thanked her a thousand times. A bond was springing to life between them. She cuddled him while he cried in her arms. She rubbed his back gently , moved her fingers through her hair and every now and then told him that its alright now , he is safe with her.

With all the sobbing weeping done , it was 1 O' clock and complete silence - only the ticking of the clock . Samuel had slept in her arms and she had slept with her head on his.

What a romance without intention! A beautiful moment created by fate of two fellow strangers who once so unknown were now sleeping in each others arms , not knowing what the future has planned for the two.