CHAPTER 9 STORY 8

It was a stormy day in Hyderabad's rustic external skirt region. Weighty downpour was pouring down since most recent 2 days. Driving in these condition was to be sure undeniably challenging. He dialed back his vehicle a bit. In such a terrifying stormy evenings, He must watch out. The last thing He needed was to had a mishap or a breakdown. He was in rush to arrive at his home. Voices of windscreen wipers were the main voice he could here. He gazed out into shine of headlights. The downpour seemed like a commotion obstruction as it battered the vehicle.

Through the downpour, He recognized a figure along the edge of the street. A man was remaining in T-shirt and Jeans and had his thumb out requesting a lift. It was basically impossible that he could found lift effectively on that street which was very little utilized as the street was in the timberland.

"For what reason would anybody like to be on this street at this evening time?" he thought, pulled over his vehicle and requested that he come in.

He came and shut the entryway rapidly. He was feeling much better to escape the downpour. He was in his mid twenties. He was an attractive person with a facial hair growth.

"Terrifying evening, Isn't It?" The driver began to have a discussion subsequent to seeing that this person expressed nothing since he entered the vehicle.

"Yes...Yes... It is." he was intruded on from his viewpoints.

The driver kept driving his vehicle in the strom. The passanger continued to behind search in the dimness. Driver checked him out.

"You okay??"

The person essentially gestured in yes. They drove quietly for a couple of time frame. Driver began his number one radio channel and its voice removed the quietness of the vehicle. They began paying attention to the radio and their own considerations as they continued on.

"Where are you headed?" Driver inquired.

"North." He just signelled the bearing by his hand.

"Might it be said that you are visiting somebody or let be here?"

"Simply living all alone. new around." He answered.

The driver felt strange. The person wasn't expressing a lot of about himself. Driver changed his tie apprehensively. The Guy looked Driver's suit and tie. He looked more obsolete himself in T-shirt and Jeans than this money manager who was in his thirties.

"Accomplish you work around here?" The Guy asked to the Driver.

"Indeed." The driver proceeded: "I was stuck late in the workplace today. You can comprehend."

"Actually no, not actually."

Again there was quiet.

The syndicated program on radio went on as they traveled not many kilometers through wind and downpour. The person was simply gazing at the street entire time.

"No music?" He asked to the driver unexpectedly.

"What?"

"Is there no music we could pay attention to?"

"I - I am very little into music. I love syndicated programs."

TO BE CONTINUED.....