One strange night, when two strangers met in that foggy weather.

One scared frightened girl, saving herself from monsters straight ran into his arms. And soon rain began to pour down drenching both of them.

Both burned into desires of unknown passion just with the contact of each other wet bodies. There was strange connection between both, strange kind of emotions ignited in their heart which pulled both of them to each other at instant. Her stole flied away in the harsh wind, while her hair flew across his face, their closeness only increases. He slowly pushed away her hair from his face, tucking those fist tendrils of hers behind her ear.

Both got lost so much into each other eyes that they forgot to even ask the name of one another.

Sorry...both said at the same time and then chuckled out before parting away.

Goons are chasing behind me, they even killed my friend, she told frightened to remembered about why she was ran into him on the first place.

"Now you are away from them, don't be scare." He assured her. "There is still time to the morning, if you want you can sleep here," he gestured her to the bin bag in his tent.

No! There was some fear in her voice which was pulling him closer to her.

The rainy atmosphere added zeal to the loneliness and the only sound was there of their uneven breathing which was because of their close proximity.

She looked down seeing him approaching her, he slowly cupped her face. Now there was no back down.

....

In intoxication of strange passion and foggy surrounding both end up doing what they have never done in their right sense of mind. Nor she declined his touch nor he could hold himself.

Both just got flow in the untamed passion. Both of their breaths mingled together just like their bodies...like it was the only thing they were in search of from ages. They completely ignored the voice of their mind, getting lost in the pleasure.

When morning sun rises, she was the first one to get up and blushed furiously seeing her own state then him...the beautiful stranger.

Just then she realized what just happened, she quickly pulled on her dress, getting back to her proper senses and called him, "listen.." scared to death, she was continuously trying to wake him up.

He slowly got up with drowsy eyes and couldn't see her face clearly in the darkness but their eyes met and she stammered, " I...I ...I am sorry."

He too felt guilty, there was definite regret in their eyes.

"I want to go home." She.

"I will drop you." He.

No...I can go." And she just ran out from there.

She left... without any word...he kept watching her retreating back, maybe wanted to stop her but with what right he would have stop her.