Even after some time nothing happened. The man slowly opened his eyes to see the woman back in her place with a book in hand.
He was confused.
'What just happened? No, actually nothing happened to me. But something happened which I didn't get to see because my eyes were shut. And where did that book come from?'
He suddenly looked back and found a wall shelf filled with books a few inches above his head.
'Oh, so that's what it was!' Realisation descended over him.
'So she actually came to get the book!' He blushed feeling ashamed remembering what he thought she would do to him.
Another few minutes passed. The man shivered. Till then he was busy escaping and following his saviour. Now that he got to rest he realised that his shirt was wet from the rain.
"Uh, ahem, excuse me miss could you please lend me something to wear? My clothes are all wet." He said hesitantly.
The woman nodded.
The man thanked her and went to the bathroom to change when it struck him that he had no spare clothes with him. Once he thought of wearing those wet clothes back even if it meant he would catch a cold but looking at the mud-splashed shirt and trousers he grimaced. After contemplating over whether to wear those dirty clothes or remain naked inside the bathroom he chose none and came out wearing a bathrobe instead.
"Ahem, I... I'm borrowing your bathrobe. Please don't mind." He said tugging the bathrobe down and trying to cover his half-exposed thighs.
The woman nodded again without lifting her head.
'Is she ignoring me?' The man frowned a little.
'No no. What am I thinking? So what if she ignores me? It's good that she's keeping herself away from me. It'll be even better if I get to leave as soon as possible.'
He went back to his chair but he noticed that it was wet.
'Ah! I sat here wearing my wet clothes. Tch!' He looked around and found that there was only one seat left to sit. A three-seater sofa near the single-seater one. He gulped.
'Don't worry she did not do anything. Don't be so prejudiced.' He chanted while moving towards the sofa.
Keeping his eye on the woman he slowly lowered himself on it. Seeing that she did not complain he sighed.
Fifteen minutes passed. No one spoke. The man began to squirm in his place. Although he sat there with his head lowered like a guilty child waiting for punishment he kept glancing at the woman from time to time.
'Now that I take a proper look at her face she's indeed very beautiful. Her thick eyebrows, long lashes, defined nose, sharp jawline, toned arms, slender fingers, and long legs are really stunning.' His eyes roamed over her body from head to foot. Admiration sparkled in them.
'Hey! Stop it!' He suddenly caught himself gawking at her and shook his head.
'What if she thinks I'm a pervert?'
When the man was busy scolding himself for his perverted behaviour the woman's voice rang out "So let's start with an introduction."
The man snapped out of his thoughts and asked in a puzzled voice "Ayn?"
"I'm asking you to introduce yourself famous actor." The woman spoke emphasising those words.
The man made an 'oh' sound understanding her words. "I'm sorry I did not even introduce myself when you helped me so much."
The woman gestured for him to continue and flipped a page.
"I am Nishith Dey. I'm an actor. Although new in the industry I won the best newcomer and best grade four actor wards successively with my own efforts. I come from a well-off family but my career is not supported by them so please don't think I used my background to win. You can see my performance if you want to verify my abilities. I promise it won't be disappointing." The man said.
"You seem to take pride in your work." The woman said.
"I do. I definitely do. It has been my dream for a long time and I'll keep improving and giving my best to bring glory to this art form." Nishith sat up straight and said with a serious attitude.
The smile on his face told how fond he was of acting.
"Uh, I said about myself. So, may I have the honour to know the name of my saviour?" Nishith asked hesitantly.
"Nilambori Saha." The woman replied. Her eyes were still on the book.
"You have a nice name." Nishith smiled.
"I have ordered food and a set of new clothes for you. Eat and change. My car will drop you off at your destination after that. Just say the address when you get inside."
Nishith widened his eyes. He did not think a stranger would do so much for him while his... He lowered his head and smiled.
"Thank you. Thank you so much." A teardrop rolled across his left cheek.
He clenched the hem of his bathrobe to compose himself.
Nilambori was confused hearing him sniffle but she chose not to question and gave him some space.
Nishith bit his lips hard trying to control the tears that kept flowing down his cheeks and tried to muffle his sobs by pressing his hand over his mouth but he was too overwhelmed with emotions at that time. After a few seconds, he could no longer hold it in and burst into tears. He covered his face with his hands and cried uncontrollably.
Nilambori walked up to him and handed him her handkerchief. He did not take it instead held her shirt and cried harder. Nilambori kept silent.
"My... sob... my stepfather took me to a hotel... sniffle saying we should... have a... sniffle talk and sniffle fix our relationship. Mom was mostly busy... sob handling our family business... sob so when father died she... sob married him so that... so that... me and my sister do not feel alone. I always tried my best... sob to be obedient to my stepdad so as not to cause trouble for mom but he..." Nishith started crying again.
"He tried to sell me to another man for money!" Nishith shouted.
"He wanted me to be a sex slave of that man! He left me... in that room when a group of people... came inside and... surrounded me. They were planning to rape me... sob but I barely managed to escape. If it weren't for you... sniffle I can't imagine sniffle what would have happened." He kept sobbing.
"The person I wanted to see as my father did this to me. Whereas you, a stranger, who had no obligation to listen to my pleas rescued me. I can't thank you enough." Nishith wiped his cheeks but it was drenched by a new stream of tears.
Just then Nilambori's watch vibrated and the message was read aloud in her ear pieces set inside her ear canal.