First Impressions

Chapter Four

It's Saturday night and I am here lying in my bed checking out Neha, Swati, Piya and Mohit's social profiles.
I won't add them since I have already told them I don't use much of the social networking sites.
And Surely enough, Rhea Verma doesn't have any Social networking profile as such.
It's raining outside.

I don't like rains. I seriously loathe them not because they make my glasses wet and my vision blur but due to what they did to me that day.
I was on my way returning back from College that day after bidding warm goodbyes to everyone when suddenly out of the blue, it started raining, it wasn't a drizzle, not merely small drops of water falling over you, but those long heavy showers that make you go fully drenched from tip to toe.
And it always happens with me when I don't have my saviour umbrella with me.

But there is more to it, yes there are more reasons as to why I have started to loathe rains.
So I was running like a maniac and crossing the road to find shelter from the incessant showers when suddenly a car screeched on the right side of me while I was at the middle of the road. I closed my eyes shut waiting for the worst to happen. I stood there completely scared for probably thirty whole seconds of my life with my eyes closed. Then as realisation struck upon me that I was still perfectly fine, and that nothing has happened to me, I opened my not-so-lovely eyes.
I was basically shocked. I turned my head right to see the vehicle which just stopped in time to save me or it would be precise if I would rather say that the car which was about to run over me and take my dear life away.

It was raining. Aren't the drivers supposed to slow down instead of deciding to have a race against time?

I look down in a hurry, pick my bag which had fallen down in the due course of time, thank my stars for saving me and quickly tiptoe away towards the bus stand which has shelter over it and by that time I am fully drenched, the water dripping from my clothes.
I stand there feeling all relieved ignoring all the stares of people around me when I find a car halt ahead of me.
I am still not very much out of the shock when I realize it's the same car, yes the same dreaded beast of a vehicle by virtue of which I would have had to meet the grim reaper.

I concentrate on the vehicle as the window slides down only to shock me with the view of the person sitting at the driver's seat. Oh God. Not him again!
'Get in' he says. What? Is he in his senses? Did I really hear him say that? Did he actually ask me to sit in the car?

'I am sorry. I should have checked the road if it was clear before crossing' I murmur.'
"I said get in. I'll drop you" this time the voice is more serious.
"Why? I'll go by myself" I say, firmly. I see the window roll back and heave a sigh of relief thinking of him being obedient.
But to no avail.

The door from the driver's seat opens and he gets out of the car with an umbrella.
Well, I should have expected it. I see Raghav Khanna approach towards me with distant eyes carrying an umbrella. The people around are staring more intensely at me now.
What will he do now? I should be the one angry with him and he should be apologising right?
But I know for sure that this is not what's happening. Dear God, Why did you choose him, out of all the people to be the one inside the car? Just Why?
He stands right in front of me. I even dislike the sound of the rains. They are so irritating.

'I said get into the car.' He holds me by my wrist and pulling me so that we share the umbrella he is holding, takes me to his car.

'Hey leave my hand. W-what are you doing?' I say looking at his hand and then at his fair face while he doesn't even bother listening to what I am muttering.
The people in the bus stop are staring more and it is embarrassing me. He won't kidnap me, will he?
Well, he might.

His grasp is so taut that I can't even manage to let go of it. He opens the door for me and I am left with no option but to sit there quietly staring at his face while he says, "Don't you decide to move out now. I am dropping you home."
I watch him move past the the other side of the car and take his seat at the driver's.