The moment the ball struck the hive, a furious swarm of honey bees emerged.
An invisible disturbance caused the swarm of honey bees to take flight, causing the air to buzz with haste. The atmosphere was eerie as their combined buzz echoed a warning. They darted with precision, like little hive guards, pursuing anybody who ventured into their uninvited territory. With each bee bearing the responsibility of guarding their queen and nest, the pulsating beat of wings became more intense, and the relentless chase of the buzzing cloud induced a deep terror.
Everyone in the area is terrified as a big number of honey bees emerge from the beehive.
Without delay, they began to flee in order to hide from the honey bees.
"Run, honey bees" , everyone yelled, sprinting away.
Venya was astounded to see so many honey bees. It was the first time she had ever seen so many honey bees in one place.She was shocked that she hadn't taken any more action.
Sweety and everyone fled in terror. People began to be chased about by honey bees.
As soon as Sweety saw that Venya was still and staring at the shocked honey bees, she said, "Sister, run! Protect yourself from their bites."
Venya entered her awareness out of the blue and began to flee.Venya was pursued by honey bees.
The honey bees all of a sudden began pursuing her. She began running as quickly as she could because she was afraid of them. She began to yell, "Help me, somebody help me," and fled.
She was abruptly dragged to the other side of her path by someone grabbing her wrist. She was drawn toward him by the power of the other person's actions. A very hard, substantial chest struck her in the head.
She gave a little gasp as something hard struck her head. "Oh my cranium."
Before she could respond, she felt herself drawn into an embrace. She senses that the embrace she received was from a male. She tried to shove him away since it was her first time holding a guy, but in an instant, they were both wrapped in a sheet of cloth.
A covering totally envelops their two bodies.
She was startled to hear an expressive voice say, "Stay put, honey bees are in the vicinity."
Venya understood his point right away—this guy really wanted to rescue her. She was furious when he drew her into an embrace and wanted to shove him away, but she calmed when she realized he was doing it to rescue her.
Venya raised her head to have a good look at the individual.His face exuded traditional appeal in the dimly lit room, with his well-defined jawline enveloping a powerful but subtle face and captivatingly deep eyes. His sculpted, straight nose gave an air of sophistication, and his black, well-groomed eyebrows heightened the intensity of his stare. A faint but self-assured grin flashed over his lips, a flash of charm that seemed to grab everyone's attention. His face made a lasting impression and stood out in the jumble of everyday events because to the harmonic symmetry of his features.
When she saw him, her heart skipped a beat. She had never been closer to a guy before. Her heart began pounding rapidly. They live rather near to one another. She felt a flutter in her breast as her arms around him, a mixture of warmth and expectation. She felt safe and secure against his well-defined body, and his faint perfume filled the air around her. She had a brief moment of vulnerability, but the hug appeared to go beyond the commonplace; it was an emotional connection that captured her attention for a brief period due to the beauty of the unexpected intimacy.
The honey bees' previous objective has suddenly disappeared, leaving them unable to continue following it. They are now unable to reach their goal since it is wrapped in a sheet of cloth.
The honey bees, dissatisfied that they had failed to attain their destination, lingered in a symphony of displeasure. With lingering anxiety, wings hummed as the defeated defenders, deprived of the pleasure of spitting, scattered with a collective buzz. The tension in the air subsided with time, but the feeling of unresolved animosity persisted. The frustrated bees went back to their colony, their stingers unused but their senses sharpened, prepared to protect their haven from any oncoming danger.
Once he was certain there was no more danger around, the guy carefully took off the blanket that was covering them.
He turned to face Venya, who was still giving him a hug. A radiant grin emerged at the edge of his mouth.
With a carrying tone, he said, "Are you okay, Miss?"
While continuing to hold him, Venya nodded her head to indicate that everything was OK.
Greeting them with a voice filled with relief, Sweety ran in their direction and exclaimed, "Thank God you're okay, sister."
Venya pulled a step away from him as soon as she realized she was still embracing him after hearing his gorgeous voice.
Venya could see him well; he is Wrapped in his daily clothes, his body exuded a carefree charm. His shirt's material clung to his sculpted shoulders and chest, hinting at power underneath. His well-proportioned waist and powerful legs were highlighted by the lines of his pants, which embodied an elegant but sporty blend. Every stride exuded a natural elegance and self-assured posture that transformed everyday attire into a work of art, highlighting the delicate curves of a figure that demand attention with ease.
Venya thanked him right away, saying, "Thank you so much for saving me today."
The stranger assured her, "Not a big deal."
Sweety addressed him and said, "Hello, my name is Sweety, and it has been a while since I've seen you in this hamlet."
Since it was her initial encounter with him in the village, she politely inquired about his identity.
The individual stated, "I reside in closer proximity to this village; I casually passed by it en route to work today."
Due to her strong admiration for him, Venya inquired, "May I inquire about your name?"
Putting out his hand to shake hands, the guy said, "Hello, my name is Nand."