"Now be scared of your senior, they can do your ragging any time" Zamil told me in playful manner and I laughed lightly.

"If I have to be frightened of ragging then what is the benefit of having a senior friend?"  I rolled my eyes and Zamil smirked.

"Thank God, At least you admit me as a friend of yours!" He exclaimed with a dramatic sigh and I smiled.

"You're doing everything for me, how can't I consider as a friend!" I replied with a respectful manner, giving happiness to Zamil.

That's true Zamil was doing everything for me making his figure high in my eyes and heart, but somewhere I was controlling my heart to go towards him, as I knew what I was doing.

This teenager heart!

"Shama you never told me about your family and home" Zamil said and can bet that my eyes must lost their shine.

"What your father do? And how many siblings you are?" Zamil asked and Shama smiled sadly.

"My father was a farmer, but then I was fifteen years old he passed away, leaving me and my brother, sister orphan." I replied half heartedly and Zamil felt sad for me.

"I'm so sorry for this" He muttered

"So how you and your family are bearing all the expenses?" Zamil asked while walking towards the library of college along with me, we had to collect some books from there.

"Now everything is much better than other days as my brother is involved in transportation work so financial condition is better" I replied with a difficult smile and Zamil smiled too, but I didn't informed him that my brother was a truck driver and Abbas was only one who helped him to settle down in that work.

"That's good, but still it's strange that your family allowed you to come city, otherwise in rural areas people don't allow their daughters to study" I nodded on that.

"Actually my mother haven't send me to study but Abbas is the one who is supporting me for my studies" I replied in small voice and Zamil narrowed his eyes.

"Who's Abbas?" He asked and Shama open my mouth to told him about my husband.

Then I wasn't a minor so I didn't have to hide my marriage, and it would be better to tell everything so that we build a boundary in between us.

"Abbas is my h..." I open my mouth to inform him but my sentence was cut in between "What they both are doing?" Zamil asked when noticed Vihaan and Richa standing in the college garden and laughing like mads looking towards the door of college.

"How do I know?" I shrugged and Zamil smiled. "They both look so cute together, aren't they?" Zamil asked about Richa and Vihaan and I smiled with a nod.

"Indeed...." I replied, but somewhere a pang hot my heart after watching that adorable couple.

"What happened? Why are you laughing?" I and Zamil asked in unison while reaching towards them.

"See... We're laughing on that live joke" Richa replied and pointed out towards a man who was standing on road which is on the front side of college.

The highly overweight dark brown man was wearing an awkward baggy dark blue jeans with a loose non-ironed shirt, but even after its loose-fitting it's was unable to hide the  pot belly of that man. His dark black with few gray floppy hair was messily spread on his forehead and his black leather chappal was covered with dust. Standing in the sunny area he was sweating very much, so he was using a big towel like cotton hankey to wiping his forehead and face every now and then and again hanging that big cotton hankey on his shoulder.

"Ye kya namuna hai bhae?" Zamil asked while controlling himself to burst out laughing and Vihaan gave a high five to him. Three of them were laughing like mads witnessing that man who was standing at a good distance.

(What a cartoon dude)

"Honestly bro, these villagers don't have dressing sense" Vihaan laughed in between his words and I felt embarrassed, my eyes became wet and I turned my back towards that man.

"Vihaan" Richa and Zamil both gestured towards Shama when they realised I had already felt bad because of making fun of a villager.

"I... I'm.. Sorry Shama.." Vihaan said while laughing making fun of that man, and my eyes drop tears.

"I'm sorry Shama... Please don't feel bad... All the villagers are not way like this.." Vihaan control himself to laugh but his eyes were watery due to laughing hard "I'm sorry... I shouldn't say like this about all villagers" Vihaan added and I try to give a nod "But this man is a joker... Yaar literally a joker" Vihaan couldn't control himself and burst into laughter and my eyes dropped more tears.

"Stop it Vihaan..." Zamil scolded him and Richa also try to console me.

"Shama yaar I wasn't saying to you, I was saying about that cartoon... I mean about that handsome man" Vihaan one more time made fun of that man and got a glare from Zamil.

"Shama you leave this topic and tell me who is Abbas?" Zamil try to divert my mind from that man but I pressed my lips together to suppress my sob.

"Abbas... Who is Abbas?" Vihaan asked with confusion.

"No one"

Vihaan got a glare from Zamil as well as Richa.

"What?" Vihaan questioned while shrugging his shoulders "Its just a joke, she is over reacting" Vihaan said and Zamil slightly nodded, Racha was also agree with Vihaan because yes... I was actually over reacting but none of them could understand my situation.

"By the way who is Abbas?" Zamil asked to Richa and she shrugged while looking towards me.

"No one" Saying that I made my way towards girls washroom.

How could I told my friends that the cartoon whom they were making fun, was no one else but Abbas. My husband. I was feeling so embarrassed as well as ashamed but unfortunately I could not do anything. Drawing out my mobile from purse I found 17 missed calls from him and my mobile was on silent mode so I didn't noticed that ringing. Controlling my sobs I call husband back and in first ring he received the call

"Shama kit'the hai tu?"

(Shama where are you?)

Abbas asked and I wanted to lie but couldn't

"Co.. College" I stammered.

"Main pichle aadhe ghante to tere collage de bahar khada haan.."

(I'm standing outside your college for last half an hour)

Abbas complaint and I held my temple, but again I couldn't do anything. Abbas demanded to meet me and even after all the efforts I was helpless to refuse, but somehow I  managed to went out from college through back gate and Abbas come there, that place was completely deserted.

"Shama" he muttered and finding no one nearby he embraced me in his arms, I couldn't control herself to cry and started shedding tears.

"Tu phir roon lagi! Jhalli"

(You again started crying! Idiot)

He was thinking that I was because of missing him but actually I was crying on her destiny.

Till four years ago Abbas was an average face holder. When I was taking admission in school he was still an average face holding but within two and a half years leap he was completely changed. I wasn't expecting that look of Abbas but when I witnessed his appearance that night, I was beyond shock.

But what I could do?

Nothing!!

"Tum yaha kyun aa gye? Mera matlab pareshan hone ki kya zarurat thi? Main theek hu"

(What are you doing here? I mean why did you bother? I'm fine here)

I asked and Abbas separated me from his frame.

"Ajj isi shahir wich kaam si, to socha ten'nu wekhda chalu.... Yaad aa rahi si teri"

(Today I have work in this city so I thought to meet you as I was missing you)

Abbas Said while caressing my head and cheek which made me shutter.

"Ten'nu meri yaad aundi hai?"

(Do you miss me?)

Abbas asked with curiosity and I nodded but my eyes were not showing any connection with my answer.

After meeting with Abbas I came back to college through back gate, no one got to know that I went to meet my husband.

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"Shama I'm sorry" when I was sitting in college garden Vihaan came near me followed by Richa as well as Zamil.

"It's okay" and I muttered in ignoring way and Richa sat down beside her.

"But Shama you actually over reacted" Richa told and my eyes again became wet.

"Come on guys... Forget about thay topic, why we're discussing that man? Who is he for us?" Zamil said little louder and Richa nodded so as Vihaan.

Yes... He weren't anyone for them except a joke but for me he was my husband and I was feeling embarrassed.

"What about lunch plan?" Zamil asked and Richa smiled.

"Today Shama will cook sarso ka saag and makke ki roti both of us!" Richa shared the plan of us and Zamil made an unpleasant but dramatically innocent face.

"I'm helping you in your admission, notes, all the formalities and what not.. But you didn't even bother to invite me for lunch when you're making my favourite dish" That was an over dramatic reaction of Zamil which made Shama giggled and I wipe my tears.

"So join us on lunch, but it will take a some time because I will cook after going back from college" I replied and Zamil nodded.

"I'm always ready to do wait, your highness" Placing his right hand on his heart Zamil said while bowing his head and I laughed on his drama.

We all didn't had any lecture further so decided to leave for home as I had to cook as well. I wanted to go to market with Richa to buy vegetables and some other stuff for lunch but She was fast to disappear with Vihaan.

"Come" Zamil said to me while gesturing towards his bike and I shook my head.

"I'll manage" I muttered while taking step towards the gate of college

"I won't ask for fare" Zamil said in playful manner. "Even if you'll ask for fare I'll ask money for lunch, then it will be balanced" I replied in playful manner making Zamil chuckled

"Wow... You're very smart" Zamil raised his brow and held my wrist before dragging me towards his bike which was three or four steps away.

I was continously refusing to go with him but in the end she got agreed, making some distance between both of them I side-saddled after him and we both started our journey towards market and then home. I always wanted to ride on bike so that was like a dream come true for me.

I was unlocking the door and Zamil was standing beside me holding bags of groceries.

"I'm feeling like a typical Punjabi husband who come back home after grocery shoping with his wife" Zamil said with a small chuckle while looking towards the ample numbers of bags in his hands, but his sentence skipped a beat of my innocent heart which was already trying to stop to think about him.

"I'm sorry... I just forget that you're holding all these bags.." I try to took the bags but Zamil shook his head with a smile "Its completely fine" He muttered and we both entered in home.

"So Miss Shama... Do you want some help?" Placing the bag on kitchen counter Zamil asked and I shook his head. I started drawing out green leafy vegetables from different poly bags and Zamil started lifting them with curiosity.

"Shama how do you differentiate between all of them? They all are  leaves that too green in colour!" Zamil was really confused but I laughed on his naive question.

"Zamil it's nothing special." I replied with a smile. After Washing the vegetables I sat down on sofa to separate leaves from stems and Zamil started doing the same after sitting beside me.

"I am doing this work for the very first time in my life" Zamil said sheepishly and I Giggled.

"Boys always do this... They never help in household words"

"I admit that boys don't help their mother in household chores but they help someone who is really special for them" I looked up suddenly on that sentence. That wasn't difficult for me to understand what Zamil was actually saying.

"Umm... What do you mean Zamil?" I try to ask but Zamil shrugged.

"Am I sounding very complicated to understand?" Zamil asked without looking towards me as his hands were busy in plucking the leaves from stems, but my heart was running Marathon.

"Why are you being so serious?" Zamil asked after looking at my pale face, but I shook her head while trying to fake a smile. He smiled and tucked my hair stand behind my ear making my heart skipped a beat when his cold fingers touched my ear which was burning as if all the blood of my body was rushed there.

"Keep smiling your smile is very beautiful" Zamil told me looking in my eyes and it seems like I found a very new world, unwittingly my lips converted into a shy smiled and my cheeks started becoming hot, maybe I was blushing.

I didn't said anything but moved towards kitchen after picking the veggies and Zamil followed me.

"May I get a cup of tea?" Leaning his back with wall, he asked after crossing his both arms on his chest.

"Sure" I replied with a smile and started making tea for him. We both didn't realised when few hours were passed away in our chatting and laughing.

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