He unlatched his eyes when his routine alarm buzzed. He yawned and peeped all around and then to his bed. She was still sleeping hugging his arm continuing her soft snores. Automatically his lips curved for a fresh long smile.

"This is my first morning which has such a cute and beautiful start", he whispered and caressed her cheek with his upper fingers. "I don't know what's the connection for which I'm so attracted towards in a single night. Perhaps the our pain", he thought.

Ae khuda tera bhi ajib karishma hai
Itni khubsurat teri ye duniya hai
Jitni hasin teri ye kaarigari hai
Utni maasum pari aj mera saamne hai

Just then, some marks over har arm, head and neck caught his attension. "What sort of marks are these? Scratches, dried blood and teeth marks. Forget it, I will ask when she wakes up?", he mumbled.

He gently released his hand from her grip, fondled her cheek and made his way to the bathroom, which was compressed equally like his home. After sometimes, he rushed towards his kitchen. The noise made her wake up as his single burner gas was placed in a corner of his room and used as kitchen. She lazily unlatched her eyeslids and revolved her face to each corner.

As her vision cleared from blur, she realised she was in an unknown place. She widened her orbs and sat with a jolt. Finally, her eyeballs tracked a frame dressed only in a track pant with a yellow towel hanging on his neck. She narrowed her and tried to fatch his face but failed.

"Damn! My head. It's aching as if someone is punching with iron gloves", she said carrying her head in her palms.

"Hmm overdose causes extreme headache", said randhir and turned towards her. She examined him from bottom to top.

"Oh my! He is a Greek God. Is he Salman's fan? Why is he standing shirtless? Fish! I'm drooling on his physique, his well built body and mainly on his dark brown orbs? Seriously, Sanyukta Roy is checking out a boy! Oh man! You have that capability. Must say", she tought. His voice broke her teance.

"Good morning lady. If you're done in checking me out, have this lemonade. You'll feel better", he chuckled handing her a glass.
"Who said I was checking you out", she faked anger.
"Your eyes", he narrowed his brows.
"Mmm.. It..It's nothing like that", she stammered.

"Oh come on. Like every Indian girl, aren't you thinking that I did something to you yesterday night", he said tossing an omelette.
"I'm an Indian girl not a fool Indian girl. If I would've made love, I wouldn't have strength to sit. This is the proof my virginity", she justified.
"Oh! I see. You're smart. I'm impressed", he said balancing his shaft one one leg with one palm on waist and other on bench attracting her more on his hotness.

"Thanks. Now will to take the pain to describe the cause of my presence here?", she said sipping.
"Hmm... You were completely drowned in alcohol yesterday night and shouting like mad dogs outside bar, where I work as a waiter. My boss ordered me to check out. What I found was your bleeding hand. Have a look on your right hand. I thought not to leave you alone in such unsafe place. That's the reason, you are here", he said sipping his masala tea.
"Oh", she shied.
"Anymore questions? Anyway I don't mind girls admiring me and specially hawt girls. If you want, you can complement too", he chewed a slice of his omelette.

"Very funny. Who says you are hawt?"
"You", he said pointing his index finger.
"Me?"
"Ofcourse I didn't say myself hawt. You said. Sometimes our mouth doesn't obey our brain to have control. If you can't control, I'm ready for it", he finished his food.

She was aghast on her own words widening her eyelids.

"I agree that he is hawt but how could my mouth utter? Uff it has never happened", she thought.

"Why are you so tensed? I was just chilling you out. I found you pissed off last night. So thought to cheer you up", he pouted with a smile. Unknowingly a smile crept on her lips. "You should try smiling. Its suits you", he added and her smile vanished, although she lost it much before.

"I was not smiling", she lied breaking eye contact to which he smiled wearing his shirt.
"Anyway was it your first time?", he asked passing her brush and toothpaste.

"What?", her eyes widened.
"Aare drinking", he said rubbing his forehead.
"Why do you bother"
"Come on. I helped you. You are at my place. Atleast you can share this"
"Hmm second time"
"When was first"
"During my granny's death"
"Oh! I'm sorry"
"I wish this word brings her back"
"I forgot to ask what type of mark your head and arm have?", he said managing his hairs with his fingers glaring into his postcard size mirror hanging on wall.

She thought for a while and then hearing his voice, came into sense.

"You didn't answer", he was facing her completely ready.
"It's none of you business", she replied sternly.
"I shouldn't have asked. Whatever, if you want to use washroom, you can. Lock the house and give it to my neighbour aunt", he nodded.
"Why? Are you leaving somewhere?"
"Yeah! College", he said hanging his bag on his shoulder.
"I didn't get one thing"
"What?"
"I'm a stranger for you. Still you don't bother about your house. Aren't you afraid that I will steal something?"
He smiled at staring at the floor and then replied, "people like me needn't get scared of stealing because an orphan don't have anything to loose, neither money nor family".

Within moments, the charm on his face vanished. Those eyes on which she was drooling started brimming with a bead of tear at each edge. When he realised about his overflowing eyes, he immediately made his way out catching her vision on his back till her reached door, where he halted.

"Your food is on the desk near gas. Have it", he said and left wiping his tears.

Wo takleef dekhi uski aankhon me
Jo meri aankhon me samaayi hai
Ek main hi nahi is duniya me
Jo har lamha akeli saans leti hai

Her eyes pooled and released few pearls of pain, loneliness and ignorance, which were her best friend.

To Be Continued....