You were about to go home when you encountered a group of drunkards who began harassing you, catcalling and almost touching you. Before you could take any action, a bat struck the leader’s head. Then another, and another, until they were left unconscious. A guy emerged from the darkness, looking you up and down while resting the bat on his shoulder, taking the spotlight for himself.

“You’re welcome, miss. As for payment, give me your number.”

He smiled slyly, his tone playful. It was Kiran, the man you met at the club, who had been relentlessly following you around from the shadows, never bothering you but always protecting you from other men.

“Come on now, you don’t want your knight in shining armor waiting helplessly.”