She stumbled out in the pouring rain. Shivering in thin silk dress, she roved her eyes around to see if someone had witnessed her humiliation and pitiful state. She was glad that no one had. Her hair was all mussed up, her make up had run down, a nasty bruise was starting to bloom on her left cheek and her upper arms sported angry red grip marks.

In short, she was a pitiful sight.

A choked sob escaped her lips and she crashed down on the park bench.
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He shivered in his jacket. He hated winter and rain. Both would leave him as a shivering mess. And moreover this evening was horrible combination. Flipping the heater in full blast as soon as slamming his car door shut he rubbed his palms together to heat it little faster.

He was sparking his car to ignition when he saw her. Right across the road, on a park bench, sat a young woman. She did not have an umbrella, hell she didn't even have any proper apparel for the freezing winter rain. Her shoulder were shaking and her eyes downcast. If there was anything he hated more than winter rain, it was a tearful woman. Letting out a exasperated sigh, he got out of the car with an umbrella and hastily approached her.

"Excuse me, ma'am"
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She was shivering of bone chilling cold when she heard a stranger call. With a chattering teeth, she raised her bowed head, and flinched at the sight of a man infront of her. Streetlight cast a scary shadow over his face. And overall, she didn't want to be approached by any man right now. Her wounds, physical and emotional, felt too raw right now..

"You okey?" He squatted  down to look in her downcasted eyes. This new position allowed, light to reveal his features. Her scared eyes finally looked at his face. He looked pretty decent, but she was really wary of any male figure. She shrunk back a little more, more into the bench. That was until she saw his eyes.

Those regular brown eyes had nothing special, still they sent a jolt of emotion to her heart. Feeling of belongingness and safety. As if they would protect her till the end of days. And her gaze softened.

He watched emotions flicker through her eyes. Finally...
For some unknown reason she felt as if she could trust him. As if she had known him for a lifetime. Maybe another lifetime. Her heart gave an irratic beat and called out a faint echo of his name, which gave her a sense of peace. Like a serene winds, like a sailor had come home, like an oasis in desert. She had never felt utter dispair at the loss of her voice like now.

He took up her appearance. She looked pretty roughed up. He could clearly see faint bruising marring her porcelain skin and was sure that she was manhandled. His blood boiled. He felt a sense protectiveness wash over him.

"Swara," a faint whisper, like a prayer, escaped his lips and her eyes gazed sadly into his. He had never seen her but he had known her since forever, "let's go"

She kept staring at h. His voice struck a chord in her heart. Her sad eyes tried to have a conversation which her lips could not. But unbeknownst to them, their soul already had....

"I found you"

"I missed you"

"Let's go. I won't hurt you"

"I know"

He spoke softly, offering his palm, "Trust me"

And she wordlessly placed her trust in his palm....