He held Samaira, pressing her face into his chest to protect her against the media covering them. Media came to cover the college program but the news of the country's most eligible bachelor being married was worth more coverage. 

Also, the incident that happened inside one of the best medical colleges couldn't be ignored.

The crowd terrified Samaira more. She was feeling more humiliated but his protective arms were giving her strength - she needed it right now.

"Sir, when did the wedding take place?"

"Who's your wife?"

"Was it your wife who got harassed today?"

He gritted his teeth hearing all the rubbish questions they were asking him. He tightened his hold around her when he felt her body shudder.

Media people were waiting for them like animals attacking their prey - the moment he stepped out.

Abhimaan clenched hard on seeing them, but he needed to take Samaira away from that place first. He would deal with them later. His bodyguards surrounded them and took them safely to the car. 

His hand covered her face so that paparazzi couldn't get a glimpse of her face. The moment they were outside the campus, he turned a little and glared at the reporters threateningly to shut their mouth from asking rubbish questions.

He carefully made her sit on the passenger seat, closed the door and walked to the driver seat. He signalled his guards to take care of the unfinished business there.

He started the engine and drove fast after glancing towards her. She was not in her senses, he could see this.

Her face was down, sobbing. Her fingers were clutching his coat in a death grip. Her face was pale, had lost its shine, and was drenched with tears. Her left cheek carried deep finger marks caused by Mishra's slap.

His blood boiled seeing that. He held the steering wheel tightly. He stopped the car suddenly and came out leaving her alone.

He was breathing fast. His mind was raging in anger. He did not know how to stop himself from doing something wrong. He ran his fingers roughly in his hairs.

He mentally thanked his client for calling him during the function. He had come out to attend the call and was looking for a quiet, isolated place when he heard someone screaming.

And the moment he saw her tear stuck and wounded face he froze at his place. His eyes went wide and turned red with instant rage. 

He slammed his fist on the windscreen of his car, remembering the look he saw on her face when he found her.

Hurt.

Scared.

His heart ached.

That bastard was hovering over her with his filthy hands touching her body. The humiliation and trauma she had gone through - no one can comprehend that fully.

No girl should have felt that.

No girl deserved this.

He banged his fist again and heard her loud sobs this time.

Fuck!

He didn't realize he had scared again. He immediately went to his seat and touched her arm. She flinched and shifted to the corner of the seat, which saddened him more.

Fuck!!

"Okay... I won't touch you. But, please stop crying." He said calmly to her. He wanted to ease her out of her fear.

She was not hearing him or his pleads. Her mind was still in that lab, where she had experienced the worst fear of every woman in the world.

She just wanted to hide somewhere and cry her heart out. She wanted to remove that feeling.

Getting no response from her, he started the car thinking she might want to be alone. The rain was pouring heavily already. It was getting a little difficult for him to drive faster. But he wanted to take her home as soon as possible, maybe then she would feel better.

"She didn't want me."

He thought, looking at her.

"Umm... Stop... Ss... top..." He turned towards her, hearing her weak voice. But he couldn't understand what she was trying to say.

"Yes, Samaira?" He asked her, he was feeling so dumb here, not able to understand how to console her. But he had never experienced such a thing before.

He was not the kind of person who empathized with everyone's pain. He only loved his family in this whole world. Then, why was he feeling so terrible watching this girl in pain? Girl. Well, he had known her for 2 months only.

"A... stop it... car... please...." She said with difficulty, keeping her hand on her chest as if she couldn't breathe.

"Oh, God! Samaira..." He stopped the car on the side of the road seeing her red, flushed face. She was having a panic attack.

She immediately came out of the car, opening her side door not caring about the rain drenching her. She needed to breathe out. She was feeling suffocated in a small place. She breathed fast and uneven.

He too came out behind her. He wanted to stop her from going out but stopped seeing her breath normally. He stood behind her silently, giving her all the time she needed.

"You girls want this only... slut..."

"Behave and let me do my work...."

His venom full words stung into her head. She could still feel his dirty hands on her. She furiously rubbed her arms, face and neck trying to remove his touch.

Abhimaan's hands were aching to go and stop her. She would hurt herself more.

She had gone through a lot in her life, but never this. She never imagined facing this and this pain. She was feeling dirty.

She broke down with a fresh set of tears, hiding her face in her hand. She was about to collapse when a pair of strong arms held her on time, not letting her fall down.

She flinched but stopped on feeling the protective touch. Touch of her saviour.

She looked up to meet his eyes, which were full of emotions today. Not cold like always. They were full of concern, care and sympathy...

Sympathy!!

She didn't want this feeling from him or anyone. She was not weak.

She stood straight and came out of his hold by pulling herself back. She turned around, with her back facing him. She looked up and wiped her tears with the back of her hand.

He looked at her with a frown. He forwarded his hand to stop her.

"I don't want to cry, Mumma."

"I don't want to be weak."

"Mumma!!! Help me!!!!"

She missed her mother whom she wanted to tell everything about. She needed her comfort, her protection. Her eyes again welled up. Without thinking much she turned around and run towards him.

He too opened his arm immediately for her and encircled them around her frame. He felt her crying on his shirt, wetting it more - even in the rain.

"You can cry as much as you want but after this, I don't want a single tear in those eyes." He said in his stern voice, ordering her. He wanted to show his concern, but his voice still made the words come out like an order.

But today she didn't mind his harsh tone, because her heart was feeling his heartbeat.

"He called me... with... n..names.... he called me... bad, ... sl...." He stopped her from saying more, caressing her wet hair.

"You are not any one of these, Samaira. I know.." He stated a fact to her.

"He sai.. said... n... no... one... would bel... believe... me..." She said again between her hiccups. She was pouring out her pain to him, clutching his shirt in her fist tightly.

"I believe you, " His words made her look up at him, through her lashes. He was directly looking down at her. His eyes were showing determination, affection and trust for her.

Affection - a feeling she always wanted in her life.

Trust. 

"He trusts me."

"My husband trusts me."

She closed her eyes letting down a few more drops of traitor tears. But, her heart could feel the warmth of his words.

He kissed the tears before they could fall. She snapped open her eyes feeling his touch. He didn't know what he was doing, he just couldn't see more tears in her eyes.

Enough of her tears now.

Her beautiful eyes didn't deserve more tears.

He looked down at her trembling lips, he caressed her left cheek with her thumb, soothing her pain. Soon, he lowered his face down to her pink, wet lips.

He inched closer and closed his eyes. He pressed his rough lips on her smooth one. A spark instantly flowed in his veins. He gripped her tightly.

Neither of them moved their lips. After some seconds, he began to move his lips, finding her comfortable.

He moved his lips passionately. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, making her gasp. Her whole body felt numb. His lips were moving slowly with love and care. Not like the other kisses he had shared before, those were full of lust.

But, this was different. This was full of passion, love and care for her. Like he wanted to remove all her insecurities.

His kiss was like fire, which could melt her into liquid. She curled her hands tightly to support her knees which had gone weak.

She couldn't move. Her heart was beating hard because of the effect he had on her. She was letting him do it too.

It was her first kiss.

He slowed down his lips but didn't let her go. He then kissed her softly and gently, like she was a china-doll which would break if he put any further pressure. He caressed her lips gently, making an unknown sensation shoot inside her.

He kissed her until she was out of breath. Her heart skipped a beat to remind her that something new was happening to her. Closing his eyes, he pressed his forehead against her. Both were panting hard, gasping for air.

After regaining his breath, he opened his eyes and looked at her with the utmost admiration. Her eyes were still closed, she was feeling too shy to meet his gaze now.

They were still standing together very close - getting drenched in the rain. He kissed her forehead and cupped her face.

"Let's go home." He said and she looked at him. He held her hand and walked towards the car, made her sit before walking towards the driver seat. They moved towards their home.

....