Everyone has a story about their first time meeting with their future wife; I am Ashwin Sinha, a 28-year-old man who has no time for blind dates or is currently single. People usually meet their life partners in function or their working place beside their blind date fixed by their families and friends, but you will be a little surprised how I met her.

One day I was driving back home after completing my usual office work, that night the weather was very hot and I was feeling suffocated inside my car even though my AC was at the lowest temperature. It was then I saw a garden nearby I decided I needed fresh air I parked my car and went inside and sat on the nearby bench. It was the first time I heard her voice, she was laying down drunk on the ground and my first impression of her was a reckless teenager. She was blabbering in her drunk voice, "Idiot, bb bastard. I will kill all of you."

I got more irritated and decided to go back to my car, I got up and started walking still hearing her blunter all the abusive words in the Hindi and English dictionary must say she has a very good vocabulary. When I was just going to open my car door I heard few boys on motorcycles, "Hey you did you find her." one of the boys shouted, the other boy replied in a very nervous tone, "No dude I think we lost her if she told anyone we all are doomed."

Suddenly I felt all sweaty after hearing this, my legs on his own again went back inside the garden to search for the drunk girl, and I saw she has now sitting and plucking grass. I ran towards her and pulled her arm, but to my misfortune, she collapsed. Then poor me had to pick her up in my arm, carrying her like I was the culprit. All sorts of news headlines were coming into my mind; a girl was forced, raped, murdered, and whatnot. I didn't want to hear the next news that something happens to a girl in the Miroli garden, and I didn't even try to help her. I don't want a guilty feeling to stay with me all my life.

I checked my surroundings carefully, then put the girl in my car, and drove as fast as I could; when I was far enough from that place, I halted my car and thought, but what should I do next. I don't want to get engaged in a police matter, and I can't take her home. If I take her to the hospital, there is a possibility that they will think I am a culprit. My brain cells were confused, not knowing what step should I take; when my mobile rang, the screen was displaying Vishal's number I consider my own younger brother.

I decided to take his help; I picked the call and shouted on top of his lungs, "Hey brother, what's up?"