Mayank&Nupur|ICan'tBelieveIKidnappedHer|UpdPg3

I roamed down the daft streets watching people running helplessly on seeing my sight. This sight which turned joy of an arrival into mourning of the death of a loved one. This sight which you are wondering about is my sight, Mayank Sharma worldly known as Veer despite my disapproval of the name– India's most dangerous criminal. The police are inquiring about me universally which I was aware of but I did not need to worry of being captured because countless people knew I resided here but because of their terror and fear they remained mute. I sighed feebly knowing I could not do anything at all to help these innocent civilians, I was their foe. I moved down the streets realizing it was nearly empty.

I became conscious of the sudden rain descending on me and the area around me. My plain black shirt which was half open and jeans clung to me making me feel the wetness which was physically touching my skin and making me very uncomfortable. This weather was very rare in India and was interpreted in different ways. The rain was hated by many people in India because it causes natural disasters and frankly speaking I haven't come across anyone who has ever liked the rain. This was one of my favourite weathers; whenever it rained I always used to either gaze outside my petite size bedroom window or walk around streets feeling the moisture on my bare skin. Yes it did make me feel uncomfortable but it didn't really bother me much. In my childhood I used to think of the rain as a strange phenomenon nature which had a visible meaning to it. I'm not really making any sense, right? I don't know what I meant by that either. Maybe I'll find out. Sooner or later. Time will tell. ''By god!'' I heard a melodious voice speaking from behind which immediately made me turn around.

The appearance ahead of me left me gazing at this person for god knows how long. It was a female, stunning indeed. She wore a dark green salwar kameez with a maroon and gold border across her chest, and plain maroon at the edge of the dress and on the arms of the dress. Her dupatta was plain maroon placed firmly around her neck. I could hear her bangles tingling every time she moved her hands. She was fair-skinned with long dark brown hair which was wet due to the weather. She wore plain maroon high heels with a little bit of a gold border. She left me mesmerized by her ravishing beauty. I stood there watching her helplessly struggling with her umbrella. I think she felt my intensive gaze on her as she turned to look at me. Did I mention her eyes we're dark brown and had a strange sparkle in them? The minute she turned, our eyes met. I didn't know how long we we're staring in to each other eyes. It's like we we're in a whole new universe. A different and strange feeling crept inside me – I didn't understand what it was all I knew was I could beam at her till the end of eternity. She blinked her eyes twice realizing what she was doing and turned her head. We stood there in silence with my gaze on her and her gaze on the ground. After a few seconds she dropped her umbrella and put her hand out for a Rickshaw. It arrived in 35 seconds, but before she entered the rickshaw she turned to look at me and smiled. Within a few more seconds she left and I was left captivated by her outer beauty and angelic smile.