An Affair In Summer

1. 'Handsome Stranger'

Sonakshi's head was spinning and throbbing at the same time. Once again the scene replayed in her head. The car spinning and then falling into a ditch. It was harsh and hurtful. Now as she was regaining conscience she was more than a hundred percent sure that she had broken something in her body for sure. Or perhaps she was waking up in heaven, because she couldn't be in hell. God wouldn't punish her after giving her so many pains in life.

She brought her hand to her head and felt the bandage around it. Okay, so she was still alive. She wouldn't be dead with a bandage. She slowly opened her eyes with a blurry and spinning vision. The bright light forced her to closer her eyes again, tighter than last time.

She let out another long breath followed by a moan due to her head throbbing again. The hand that was resting on her stomach fell to her side.

The object under her hand was hard and silky. She explored the object concluding it was someone's head. A head with rich, full, thick, silky, heavy hair.

Where am I?

She tried to get up but her back, as stiff as a baked chip. She feel back and found the head again. Her hand moved down the head to the shoulder. It was strong and she could predict, huge.

He had to be a man.

With her hand on his shoulder she shook him slightly, lightly. Waited for a few seconds to see if he would respond.

After maybe two minutes she shook him again. This time with more force. She took her hand back as he woke startled.
"Are you there?" She asked her head turned his way, her eyes closed

"Yes I am." His voice was strong and deep. "Are you okay now?" She felt his hand capture her wrist and hold it. "You looked terrible a few hours ago."

She gulped, where was she and for how long was she with this man?

"Um." She cleared her throat. "Are you a doctor?" She heard her voice husky and raspy. Then cleared her throat again. She knew she was getting sick after this accident.

"Not exactly. But I've had training in the profession. You seem fine." His voice was now soothing and rather charming. She wanted to open her eyes and see if this man was just as handsome as she was imagining him to be.

So she tried. But her face was deeply creased in tension from the light and she closed her lids again. "Can you please turn the lights off before I die? I need to open my eyes."

She heard his walk with a laugh to her request. Did I sound desperate, she wondered?

"Open your eyes miss." She opened her eyes in the dimmed lights. She lay on a large bed, in a lavish room. Maybe a hotel room?

"Where am I?" She turned her head and looked at the man. His back was facing her. He was extremely tall, maybe six feet even? He had broad and huge shoulders as she had suspected upon touching them. His arms were tanned mid way to his upper arm and then broke into a lighter color. He was dressed in a blue polo and jeans. The man had to be young and handsome.

She sighed to herself and then decided to ask him how he found her.

"How did you find me, Sir?" Sounded polite, she decided. "And, where am I?" Her voice was stressed and they both could hear the stress.

"You are at my house, Madam." She smiled at his French accent in 'Madam.' Definitely a charming man. "I was driving back home and I spotted your car taking those incredible turns. After you settled in that ditch, I managed to get you out with some help and bought you here. You have been sleeping for almost six hours now."

"Six hours?!" She said in astonishment as she quickly sat up, cracking her back and then moaning in pain.

"Relax." He turned around and looked at her. "Relax, lay down." Her eyes were closed when he placed his hand on her shoulder and pushed her, gently, back down on the bed. "Don't kill yourself. And, don't worry."