Ayra rode her bicycle down the quiet evening road, her mind filled with restless thoughts that refused to settle. The cool wind brushed her cheeks, yet her heart felt strangely warm and uneasy. She kept murmuring to herself, as if speaking aloud would calm the storm inside her.
Who is this Vicky?He looks so decent… polite… and even rich. But why would someone like him want to talk to me?No one in college likes to speak to me. They ignore me for no reason. Then why Vicky? Why now?
Her voice dropped into a whisper.
If I become friends with him, Reena and the others will insult him. What if he's also having same personality of Reena? What if he uses me in the name of friendship… just like she did? And if Vicky betrays me too… who will even be there for me?
She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice the speed breaker ahead. The bicycle jerked violently. Ayra gasped, lost her balance, and fell hard on the rough road. Cars and bikes zoomed past, horns blaring sharply around her.
Her glasses flew away, landing somewhere she couldn't see.
Ayra blinked rapidly, everything around her nothing but blurred colors and shadows. She knelt on the road, her hands trembling as she searched for her glasses. Her heart pounded faster, one hand instinctively pressing against her chest.
An expensive black Rolls-Royce halted suddenly in front of her.
The driver, Mr. Das, quickly stepped out. "Sir, please sit inside. I will help the girl," he said respectfully.
Horns blared louder from behind, irritating the man sitting in the back. The owner, tall, handsome, and carrying a tattoo of the letter A on his shoulder, stepped out with his phone in his hand. A punctured tyre added to the disturbance, but his eyes shifted when he saw a girl struggling on the ground.
Ayra still couldn't see anything clearly. She kept searching blindly.
A Handsome and super hot looks personality step in and comes out from his Rollce -Royce car.
He holds a expensive phone wearing a lavish suit and dressed in a rocking way and having head phones in ears and having a diamond locket on his neck and diamond rings and diamond bracelet on his fingers and hands and he looks incredilbly dashing but sunrays falling on him makes his looks unseen.
Mr. Das says Sir, "I will Help thar Girl"
You can sit and relax in the car sir and i will help her.
And take care of tyre issue.
The Handsome man says,
"Don't worry," the handsome person who owns the car said calmly to his driver as he approached Ayra. "Let me handle this, Mr. Das."
He walked closer, sunlight falling directly across his face, making his features difficult to see. He glanced briefly at Ayra, but the first thing that caught his eye was the teddy-shaped wristwatch she wore. Something about it made him pause and smile faintly.
Without fully seeing her face, he extended his hand.
Ayra hesitated for a heartbeat, then took it. His grip was warm and strong as he helped her stand. She dusted off her clothes, blinking hard, still unable to see him clearly because of the sunlight and her missing glasses.
Before she could thank him, he turned away, heading back to his car, still distracted by his phone.
The sun glowed behind him, hiding his face completely.
Ayra tried to follow him with her eyes, but everything was too blurry.
Mr. Das walked over and gently placed her glasses into her hand."Be careful, baby," he said with fatherly kindness.
"Thank you…" Ayra whispered, putting her glasses on. By the time her vision cleared, the man had already slipped back into the car.
She took a deep breath and shouted, "THANK YOU!"
The car door half-closed, but she still felt unsatisfied.Ayra… you're so careless. You didn't even thank him properly.
She tapped her forehead and suddenly shouted again, louder:"THANK YOU SO MUCH, MYSTERY MAN!"
Instantly, she regretted it.Why mystery man?! I should've said stranger…
Inside the car, the handsome owner paused, surprised.Mystery man? Who is this girl?A small smile appeared on his lips.
Ayra hopped onto her bicycle, embarrassed and flustered, ready to leave the place.
"Stop the car," the man said suddenly.
Mr. Das halted the vehicle.
The owner leaned slightly out of the window, trying to see the girl with the teddy watch. But she was already pedalling away.
"You may drive, Mr. Das," he said softly.
"Yes, sir."
The man leaned back with a thoughtful smile.A teddy-bear watch… on a college girl… in this generation?He shook his head lightly, still smiling.
"Sir," Mr. Das said hesitantly, "may I say something?"
"You may," the owner replied.
"You are a really good man."
The owner smiled quietly and returned to reading his novel on his phone.
Ayra reached home dust-covered and aching.
Her father noticed immediately."Why is there dust all over your dress and bag?" he asked in concern.
Ayra explained the accident in a soft voice.
Peter Johnson sighed deeply. "Ayra, you must be careful."
"I will, Dad," she promised.
She went to her room, took a warm shower, and changed into comfortable clothes. Later, she sat at her desk and began writing her novel. As she lifted her hand, she winced.
"Ah…" she whispered when she noticed a wound.When did this happen? Why didn't I notice it earlier?Was I that distracted… by that moment? By him?
Ayra leaned back, eyes drifting upward.
"Who is that mystery man… and why didn't I see his face?" she whispered softly.Then, closing her eyes, she murmured a small prayer:"God… whoever he is… keep him safe. Fulfil all his good wishes."
After finishing her writing, she joined her father for dinner. She listened quietly as he spoke about his day, but her mind repeatedly replayed the sunlight, the hand that helped her, the unseen face she desperately wished to remember.
Later, Ayra returned to her room, placed her teddy watch on the table, switched off the lights, and settled into bed.
As sleep slowly pulled her under, one last thought floated through her mind:
Mystery man… whoever you are… why does it feel like we are meant to meet again?
And with that warm, confusing thought, Ayra drifted into sleep.