Until We Meet

My husband

"I don't believe you"

Protesting on the information received from the stranger, Rachel stood in the middle of Financial Capital, unable to believe a word out of his mouth.

Even though the stranger told her something which only a conman or a stalker would say, still she wanted to test him till his patience ran out. Also, because it was not every day that she'd meet a man who would confess about a strange thing such as this.

"It is true.. Fine.. How do I prove it?" the stranger protested, raising his hands.

Rachel couldn't help notice that if he was indeed a con artist, he would make a very handsome one. The impeccable jawline was one which only models possessed while his broad shoulders and a properly tucked in shirt revealed a muscular body. The neatly adjusted hair with a couple of strands falling on his forehead waved with the wind and made him look even more attractive.

Although she had to leave quickly to be at her first job, she couldn't resist the beautiful, wholesome smile which adorned the man's face. She somehow wanted to continue the ruse he concocted.

"I don't know, conman.. Umm..how about vanish into thin air.. Then I might believe...."

Before she could actually finish her sentence, the man smiled at her and did what was asked of him.

He vanished.

Unable to believe the incident, she considered the possibility of being the scapegoat for some prank held on cameras. It was something which she watched quite often with her puppy.

She turned around everywhere trying to spot the hidden camera. "You got me.. You got me good guys.. Now come out.. Jokes over... You got me"

She spoke nervously while bouts of anxiety formed a pit in her chest and raised with every passing second. She looked around for someone with a camera to come out and state what she believed to be the only possibility, but nobody did.

In fact, all she saw were a bunch of strangers looking at her as they passed by, thinking she was some sort of a crazy person to be talking to nobody.

Inhaling deep, she felt a calming sensation fighting its way through all her anxiousness. She tried to compose herself while rethinking about what really happened. A man appeared out of nowhere stating two things which she never would have fathom to be stated together.

'He was her husband from the future'.

"What's happening? It's not a joke or if it is, I swear I will fucking kill everyone who is in on it" murmuring to herself, the anxiousness now turned to rage as she sat on the sideway; not a care in the world, if it would result in spoiling her dress for her first job.

As her phone beeped a reminder, she got up, reeling over the incident. Whatever it was, she could talk to her therapist about it, her solace in times of anxiety and panic attacks, the bouts she had since childhood.

Let's reserve some of the panic for him. For now, it was time to face the world, she reminded herself. A motto, which her therapist has imbibed in her from the time she met him.

Getting up, she dusted her skirt before walking in the marble lobby and into the elevator. After graduation, Rachel was offered campus placement. Being a finance major, she had an eye for numerical details. She got the chance to work with the elitists of the finance world.

She pressed the well-lit floor button in the metal box and looking outside the glass casing on either sides. Her reflection was hazy on the metal inside the elevator but she could see that her black curls stayed where she placed them without any rogue.