To his surprise, he found the young woman still sitting there, seemingly unaffected by the late hour.
Perplexed, Shabd pressed the brakes, bringing the car to a screeching halt. The sound of raindrops hitting the windshield provided a soundtrack to the moment. Shabd furrowed his brows, his curiosity piqued by the sight of the young lady. Despite the downpour, her features remained obscured, making it difficult for him to discern any details.
Glancing at his expensive timepiece, Shabd noted that it was already eleven o'clock. A sense of astonishment mixed with intrigue played on his lips as he observed the girl once more. Questions raced through his mind, wondering why she had chosen to remain at the bus stand for hours, alone in the late night. The heavy rain acted as a curtain, veiling
