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The rain poured heavily, shrouding the deserted streets in a cold, eerie silence. Anvi ran as if her life depended on it because it did. Her drenched clothes clung to her, rain mixing with sweat as she panted heavily, her heart hammering in terror. She could hear their footsteps behind her, growing closer. They were coming for her.
Panic clawed at her chest as she pushed herself forward. But suddenly, she stumbled and collided with someone a tall figure dressed in black. Her trembling hands clung to his leather jacket as she stammered, "P-please... help me..." She gripped his arm, her gaze lifting to meet his.
The stranger's hazel-grey eyes, sharp and piercing, locked onto hers. His face remained hidden in the darkness, but his presence was commanding, almost unnerving. Rain dripped from his wet hair, and he stood there like a shadow carved from stone.
"Please," she begged again, desperation lacing her voice. "They’re coming to kill me. Please help me!"
Before he could respond, a group of men appeared, their voices cutting through the rain.
"Hey, man, leave her," one of them sneered, his tone dripping with malice. "She’s ours for tonight. Don’t interfere, or you’ll regret it."
The man in black turned his gaze toward them, his expression unchanged. His silence was chilling, but his eyes spoke volumes an icy warning that sent shivers down their spines.
"Wait... R... Raze" one of the men stammered, recognition dawning too late.
In a blur, the man in black pulled out a gun, his movements swift and precise. A series of deafening gunshots echoed through the rain-soaked night. One by one, the attackers fell to the ground, lifeless.
Anvi stood frozen, clutching his arm, her wide eyes fixed on the scene before her. The metallic scent of blood mingled with the rain, and she flinched, letting go of his arm in fear. Her knees wobbled as she tried to steady herself.
Before she could fall, he caught her by the waist, pulling her close. His gaze softened just enough as he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. The gesture was unexpected, almost tender. Overwhelmed, her vision blurred, and she fainted in his arms.
"Stop!" Anvi cried out, jerking awake in a cold sweat. Her heart raced as she looked around, her breath coming in gasps. She was in her bed, safe, yet the vivid nightmare left her trembling.
It was the same dream. The same haunting memory that had plagued her for two years. The man in black the one who saved her that night was etched into her mind. She could never forget him.
If he hadn’t been there… She shuddered at the thought, unwilling to relive that moment again. Yet, her mind drifted back to the events of that fateful night, the terror, the blood, and the stranger who's to protect her.
Who was he? And why couldn’t she shake the feeling that she would meet him again?
After sometime she came back to reality and ready in black full sleeves top and brown skirt and started heading to the cafe but the familiar aroma of breakfast lured her to the kitchen, where her mother, Julie, stood by the stove, humming a soft tune.
“Mum!” Anvi grinned, wrapping her arms around her mother from behind.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” Julie said, patting her daughter’s hand. “Breakfast is ready. Don’t let it get cold.”
Anvi nodded and sat down at the table, quickly finishing the plate of scrambled eggs and toast. She glanced at the clock. It was already past 8 a.m.
“I’m off, Mum!” she called out, grabbing her bag and rushing out the door.
The streets bustled with morning life as Anvi made her way to the cafe where she worked part-time. She was in her third year of college and juggling her studies with her job. It wasn’t easy, but Anvi loved the energy of the cafe and the interactions with people.
As she approached the crosswalk, a sleek black car slowed down beside her. The window rolled down slightly, and her eyes instinctively glanced at the occupant. A man. His gaze locked with hers.
For two full minutes, time seemed to stretch. There was something magnetic in his eyes—intense, piercing, yet oddly familiar. Anvi’s heart thudded in her chest, but before she could process the moment, the car sped away. Shaking her head, she hurried across the street, dismissing the encounter as a random coincidence.
The cafe buzzed with its usual morning crowd when Anvi arrived. She changed into her uniform, a simple black apron over her white shirt, and tied her hair back. As she stepped into the main floor, her manager, Mr. Roy, approached her.
“Anvi, I need you to take a special order,” he said, his tone serious.
“Sure, which table?”
“Not a table. Room 208 upstairs,” he said, handing her a tray with a carefully plated dish. “The customer is very important, so please serve him nicely. Make sure everything’s perfect.”
Anvi frowned. Room 208 was reserved for VIP customers, and she rarely got called there. She nodded and made her way upstairs, balancing the tray with care.
The door to Room 208 creaked open as Anvi stepped inside. The dimly lit space exuded luxury, with plush chairs and a panoramic window offering a view of the bustling street below.
“Good morning, sir,” Anvi said politely, placing the tray on the table. “Here’s your order. Please enjoy your meal and let me know if you need anything else.”
As she turned to leave, her eyes landed on the man seated before her.
Her breath hitched.
It was him. The man from the black car.
For a moment, neither spoke. His dark eyes held hers, the same intensity from before, but his face was an unreadable mask.
“You,” she whispered, barely audible.
Without a word, the man stood and crossed the small distance between them. His movements were deliberate, almost predatory. He took her hand gently but firmly, guiding her to sit in the chair opposite him.
“Sit,” he said, his voice low and commanding.
“I… I can’t. I’m working,” Anvi stammered, attempting to pull her hand back.
His gaze hardened, and with a single look, she found herself sinking into the chair.
“Who are you?” she managed to ask, her voice trembling.
“I’m Blaze,” he said simply, his tone as emotionless as his face. But his eyes—his eyes spoke of something deeper, a storm of emotions that she couldn’t decipher.
“You’re… staring,” she said softly, feeling vulnerable under his intense scrutiny.
“Because I’ve found something worth looking at,” he replied, his voice softening just a fraction.
Anvi’s cheeks flushed. She felt small, fragile, under his gaze, but there was something oddly comforting in his presence.
“Eat with me,” Blaze said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
“I really shouldn’t—”
“Anvi,” he interrupted, his voice gentler this time but still firm. “Stay.”
For reasons she couldn’t explain because if this men get offended then maybe the manager will take her job and she can't take that risk and she stays.
Blaze watched her with an intensity that made her heart race. She didn’t know who he was or why he seemed so drawn to her, but something about him—his quiet authority, his enigmatic presence—left her unable to look away.
And as they sat there in the quiet Room, the world outside seemed
to fade, leaving only the two of them locked in an unspoken connection.
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