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MidReal Story
The Blind Date With The Mafia Boss
Scenario:ABHIRA IS BLIND AND DOENT KNOW THAT VIDYUT IS THE SAME GUY WHO SAVED HER SOME YEARS AGO ANDAS ABHIRA MOVE WITH HER HOLDING CANE BUT SLIP AS THERE ARE SOME WATER BECAUSE OF RAIN
BUT VIDYUT GRAB HER IN INSTANT ALSO A MAFIA
Suddenly, her foot slipped on a patch of water, her heart lurching in fear as she felt herself falling. But before she could fully realize what was happening, strong arms enveloped her, holding her steady.
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Abhira Sharma
She is a young woman who was accidentally shot and left for dead by a mafia group. She is resilient, determined, and brave. Abhira remembers the day a man saved her in the rain, and she hopes to find him again as her savior. Years later, she encounters a man who looks familiar, and she discovers it's the same man who rescued her on that fateful day. Her life takes a turn as she tries to reconnect with him.
Vidyut
He is a mysterious and wealthy individual with ties to organized crime. He is protective, enigmatic, and authoritative. Vidya remembers saving Abhira in the past and feels responsible for her safety. Years later, he encounters Abhira again and becomes intrigued by her memory. Despite his position in the mafia, he feels a strong connection to Abhira, wanting to help her and protect her from harm. His life is complicated by family duties and past choices.
I tapped my cane on the ground, moving forward.
As I walked, the rain intensified, drumming against my head and body.
I kept moving, undeterred.
Suddenly, my foot slipped on a patch of water, my heart lurching in fear as I felt myself falling.
But before I could fully realize what was happening, strong arms enveloped me, holding me steady.
"Are you okay?"
A deep voice resonated in my ears, making my heart flutter.
My hands rested on his chest as I tried to compose myself.
"Yes… I'm fine."
I took a deep breath, trying to control my emotions.
There was something familiar about him; I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
He smelled of the finest cologne and leather, a potent combination that made my senses reel.
A man who smelled so good couldn’t be bad… right?
"Let me help you."
His voice was like a gentle breeze on a summer day, calming me down.
He held my hand gently as we walked into the store together.
The smell of perfume and cosmetics wafted through the air, making my head spin slightly.
"Where do you want to go?"
His voice brought me back to reality.
"I need to pick up some stuff…"
I gripped my cane tightly, feeling vulnerable asking for help from this stranger.
His hand remained steady on my elbow as we navigated through the store.
The air conditioning hit my rain-dampened clothes, causing me to shiver slightly.
His footsteps slowed, and I heard the sound of glass bottles shifting on shelves.
The familiar scent of lavender and rose moisturizers filled my nostrils.
He guided my hand to a shelf, and my fingers brushed against cool glass containers.
My heart raced as his cologne mingled with the beauty products, triggering a memory I couldn’t quite grasp.
"This one has a blue label," he said, his voice low and soothing.
"My fingers traced the smooth bottle as he described its features - organic ingredients, gentle formula, subtle scent.
He moved closer, his breath brushing against my ear as he pointed out the key benefits.
The sensation sent shivers down my spine.
I gripped the moisturizer tightly, my other hand still resting lightly on his arm for balance.
The store's air conditioning raised goosebumps on my damp skin.
"Is this the one you want?"
His voice brought me back to reality.
"Yes, thank you."
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart.
"Let me pay for it."
I reached into my pocket for my wallet, but his hand brushed mine, sending sparks of electricity through my body.
"No need," he said softly.
"I've got it."
He gently took the bottle from me and headed to the counter. I stood there, frozen in place, feeling a mix of gratitude and confusion.
The gesture felt so familiar, like something from a half-remembered dream.
As he walked away, I couldn't help but wonder who he was and why he seemed so… familiar?
Was it just the scent of his cologne or something more?
The sound of his footsteps echoed in the store as he approached the counter.
I heard the rustling of money being exchanged and the clinking of change being returned.
A moment later, he was back beside me, handing me a small bag with the moisturizer inside.
"Here you go," he said with a smile in his voice.
I took the bag from him, my fingers brushing against his once again.
"Thank you," I said, but his name remained elusive, like a whisper lost in the wind.
I lean against the counter, clutching the shopping bag he just handed me.
My fingers still tingle where they brushed his.
A smile spreads across my face as I absorb the kindness of this stranger.
The way he caught me outside, guided me through the store, and insisted on paying.
Even though I can't see him, I sense him watching me.
The scent of his cologne wraps around me like a familiar embrace.
I adjust my stance, turning slightly toward where I last heard his voice.
"Thank you," I say softly, my smile growing wider.
"You're very kind."
I clear my throat, gathering the courage to break the charged silence between us.
"I'm Abhira," I say, extending my hand in the direction of his voice.
A moment later, his warm fingers wrap around mine in a firm handshake.
"Vidyut," he responds, his deep voice sending a jolt through my body.
The name echoes in my mind, striking something familiar.
I tilt my head, trying to chase the fleeting thought.
His thumb brushes across my knuckles before releasing my hand.
"Have we met before?" I ask, the question slipping out before I can stop it.
He hesitates, a brief pause that feels like an eternity.
"Perhaps in another lifetime," he replies, his voice tinged with mystery and a hint of amusement.
My heart pounds in my chest as I gather the courage to speak again.
I shift my weight forward on my feet, the shopping bag rustling softly against my leg.
I fidget with the handles, twisting them around my fingers.
The scent of his cologne grows stronger, enveloping me in its familiar embrace.
His breath caresses my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine.
I can sense his tall frame towering over mine, even though I can't see him.
The soft hum of the store's music fades into the background as if the world has narrowed down to this moment between us.
My throat feels dry, and I wet my lips before speaking.
The words tumble out of my mouth before I can second-guess myself.
"Would you like to grab a cup of coffee with me?"
I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
He chuckles softly, the sound warm and inviting.
"I'd like that," he replies, his voice smooth and reassuring.
As we turn to leave, he adds, "There's something I've been meaning to tell you."
I grip my cane tighter, feeling the familiar weight of it in my hand.
Vidyut guides me gently through the exit, his hand steady on my elbow.
The rain has softened to a light drizzle, pattering against the awning above us.
The sound of raindrops creates a soothing melody, blending with the distant hum of traffic.
My shoes click against the wet pavement as we walk, and I can hear Vidyut's footsteps matching my pace.
The scent of coffee wafts through the air, mingling with the earthy smell of rain and the faint hint of his cologne.
As we approach the café, the aroma becomes stronger, teasing my senses and making my mouth water.
Suddenly, a car honks nearby, startling me slightly.
Vidyut's grip on my elbow tightens reassuringly.
He pulls open the door, and a warm wave of air rushes over us.
He guides me to a corner booth, his hand never leaving my elbow.
We slide into the cushioned seats, and I run my fingers over the cool surface of the table.
The café is bustling with activity, the clinking of cups and the murmur of conversations creating a lively background noise.
I take a deep breath, inhaling the rich scent of freshly brewed coffee and the sweetness of baked pastries.
Vidyut sits across from me, his presence close enough that I can feel the warmth radiating from him.
A moment later, a friendly voice greets us, asking for our order.
"Abhira, what would you like?" he asks, his voice smooth and deep.
I hesitate for a moment before responding.
"A latte would be great, thank you," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.
"And for you?" the server asks Vidyut.
"Black coffee for me," he responds, his voice confident and strong.
As we wait for our drinks to arrive, an awkward silence settles between us. The sound of clinking cups and muted conversations fills the air as I fidget with my napkin, folding it into precise squares.
The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafts through the café, teasing my senses and making my mouth water.
The soft hum of conversation in the background creates a soothing melody that blends with the distant clinking of cups and saucers.
I can feel Vidyut's eyes on me, his gaze piercing through my defenses.
His presence is both comforting and intimidating at the same time.
The air around us feels charged with anticipation as I try to gather my thoughts. A few minutes later, our drinks arrive, accompanied by the sound of cups being placed on the table.
The aroma of steaming coffee fills my senses as I reach out to touch the cup in front of me.
I wrap my fingers around its warm surface, feeling a sense of comfort wash over me.
Vidyut clears his throat softly, breaking the silence between us.
"So," he begins, his voice gentle yet curious, "tell me about yourself."
I take a sip of my latte before responding, letting the warmth spread through me.
I settle back into my seat and begin to speak.
"I'm 25 years old," I say quietly, "and I've been blind since birth."
Vidyut leans forward, his voice steady and sincere, "I see you."
I take another sip of my latte, the rich flavors mingling on my tongue.
Vidyut shifts in his seat, his breath growing heavier.
The chatter in the café fades into the background as he leans closer, his cologne enveloping me.
He starts speaking in a low voice, "It was a rainy night, just like today. The streets were empty and dark. I was standing outside a club when I heard the sound of gunfire."
His words hang in the air, and I can feel his gaze on me.
He continues, "I saw a figure running towards me. It was a woman, dressed in a long coat. She stumbled and fell to the ground."
My hands begin trembling around my cup as he continues, "I rushed towards her and found her bleeding. I called for help, but no one came."
Vidyut pauses, his voice thick with emotion, "She whispered something to me before she... passed."
I lean in, my heart racing, "What did she say?"
His eyes meet mine, filled with a mix of fear and determination, "She said, 'Protect Abhira.'"
