The stranger in the night.

It was raining heavily that evening. She was standing at a bus stop waiting for her bus, cursing the rain that had rendered her wet. Her long open wet hair were sticking to her neck and back and felt like thorns penetrating through her dress. She was feeling extremely helpless, as she couldn’t fight her black.
As if her hair wasn’t causing her enough problems, the rain was fighting its way down to earth as warriors with arrows on them, shooting madly at anyone and everyone. She sighed and accepted defeat. It seemed as if the forces of nature have come together to make creases appear on her forehead.
She was looking around, as she didn’t know what else to do, when her eyes fell on a long figure looming towards her. He looked like a mass of darkness to her hiding behind the veil of rain, which had by now wrapped the black of the night around itself.
The man didn’t even notice her and went a little ahead; spread his arms, tilting his head upwards and started revolving slowly on the spot, with a huge grin on his face. She looked sideways and was surprised to find no camera or movie crew around him. She was a little taken aback by this erratic behavior.

But then she looked at his peaceful face, which arouse this sudden urge in her to join him in his solo act. Suddenly, he looked at her and asked, “Do you have face wash on you”? She was so taken aback by his question and the suddenness of it that she merely gaped at him and after a moment said “What”? “Face wash! You know the thing that cleans your face”, he said. “I know what a face wash is!” she said. “Then why are you gaping at me like I am from mars and I have asked you why do you have two eyes on you?” he asked. “ a) I am not gaping at you and b) you do look like you are from mars”, she replied. “Why because I am enjoying this beautiful weather the way it should be?” he asked looking quite amused at her stunned reaction. “No, because I think you are just trying to get some attention by acting like this. It's not necessary to go all Bollywood to enjoy rain”, she replied.

“Do you realize your nose is too long", he said. “What?” she asked again. “Is that your favorite word or is it that your dictionary isn’t comprehensive enough?” he asked smirking. “No, it’s just that when I meet people like you my intelligenece fails to understand such giberish”, she retorted turned away from him.
“I like your hands”, he said staring at her fingers. “Would you like me to choke you with them? I am capable of doing that”, she replied still looking on the other side of the road.

"You should have bought that chocalate that you wanted so bad. It's very rare that you get a chance to have what you want in life", he smiled at her. She turned around and looked him in the eye. The intensity in them threw her a step back. “How do you know I wanted a chocalate? Have you been following me? Are you a mugger or a stalker?” she asked, her voice betraying her fear. His eyes glinted and he replied, “Naw even better. I am a rapist”, he said and started moving towards her. Two things hit her at the same time. First, that he might just be the person that he is claiming to be. Second, somewhere in the last two minutes the black of the night and the balck of his eyes had amalgamated into one.

He was close enought for her to smell his cologne. She could not say if it smelled like roses or lilies or wood, but her nostrils were pleasantly surprised to know that it smelled good. She tried going back but her legs were temporary paralyzed from fear. Or maybe it was excitement. She didn’t know which. Her ideas told her that she should be scared as she didn’t even know him and he was going to touch her without her permission. But a part of here wanted to feel what he could do to her.

Was she actually going to let this man touch her? How could she? What was she, a bloody whore. She don’t even know him. How could she fantasize sleeping with him? The image of her father came into her mind and she shuddered at the thought of having him in there along with these thoughts. She feared her reaction more than his actions. She feared that she might actually enjoy this.
At that moment, he took her in his arms and kissed her fiercely and forced her to let him enter her mouth. She did. He then stopped abruptly and moved away from her. He started going the other way and then turned back and smiled at her, “I don’t think I will ever taste anything so sweet ever again". He turned on his heels and left.

She stood there looking at this stranger who gave her the taste of her first kiss. She wasn’t bothered about his name or his face. He was just a moment and the best moment of her life.