Yatra

It's a heavy rain in the middle of the night , I was stuck with my friend and break down motorbike in the busstand of nowhere , we are waiting for the cab which I booked a half an hour before. Suddenly I was beaten in my ass , yes it's a bad touch I felt , caused by some brutal perverts ,we are scared , no one is there to help us , they are coming close to us , one of them trying to touch my friend Meera's breast , I beaten him with my bag roughly . They are angered and ferocious. One of them grabbed my hair tightly and turned my head upper , we cried and called for help , he tried to lick my face , then to my lips ...

But there is a pause , a sudden beaten sound , I slowly opened my eyes , the one trying to abuse me is fainted in the floor , there is a face which slowly show up from the flash light , I felt like he is my guardian angel , he beat all of them , they ran away in order to save their life from death , he came closer to me , grab my arm tightly and lift me up .

He asked " Are you okay ? "

Suddenly the cab arrived , Meera replied him "thank you so much sir , if you are not here , we couldn't imagine what will happen to us , we won't forget your help , thank you so much " . He shooks his head . She hold my hand and we get into the cab . After he came to know that we are safe now , he get into his car and left the place .

He can't be a normal person, he seems like brave and courageous . He has long thick hair which enough to cover his eyes , even though I can clearly see his attractive grey eyes , the tight transparent white shirt clearly shows his physique , he maintains his body so perfect with regular workouts , more than that his veins are bursting out when he tighten his arms , but ...I can clearly see something inside him too , he looks worried , his heart yearns for something he lost , his attractive good looking face lost its smile , his accessories shows that he must be from well settled family ..... but I can see his heart filled with full of tears .... i just looking at him until his appearance fades away from my eyes .

I reached my home in an hour . I changed my wet clothes and I remembered something that I put into my bag during the fight . I opened my bag , I can found a small pouch which belong to him , he slipped away that pouch accidentally , I was curious to open that , what might be inside , is there something important to him . But I didn't opened , if it might be his privacy , i have no rights to see , so I kept it safe .

His thoughts are roaming inside my mind , who is he , where he is from , i didn't even asked his name , he didn't ask me too , i didn't know how I return this thing .

I couldn't get back from the shock ,so i couldn't even thank him , if I have the chance to meet him again in my life , i will surely thank him in a deserving manner .

Will destiny give us a chance to meet ?