Baarish

The rain was relentless, soaking everything in its path as I hurried toward my car after a long day of meetings. Just as I reached for the door handle, a blur of movement stopped me.

A girl. Running straight toward me.

Before I could ask her anything, she spoke-breathless, confident, almost as if she had rehearsed it a hundred times.

"Wearing black was a great idea-it really suits you. You're even more handsome than I imagined." Her voice carried over the rain, warm and daring. "So, before this date ends, let's make it memorable. Let's kiss in the rain. Fulfill my wish."

And before I could react-before I could even process what was happening-her lips crashed against mine.

For a moment, the world melted away. The rain faded, the night blurred. There was only "her"-her warmth, her presence, her touch. And I didn't hesitate. I kissed her back, lost in the moment, lost in whatever this was.

We pulled away, breathless, both of us drenched yet utterly alive.

She smiled-satisfied, as if she had gotten exactly what she wanted.

"Okay, I have to leave. It's already late. Thanks for the blind date idea, I really enjoyed it. Bye!"

And just like that-she was gone.

I stood there, stunned, replaying the moment in my mind, questioning if it had actually happened.

And then-another voice.

"Did you see a girl here?"

I turned. A guy about my age was walking toward me, scanning the area anxiously.

And that's when I noticed it.

He was wearing a black shirt too.

A chill-not from the rain-ran down my spine.

Who was she? And who was he?