Colleges are worst to attend if you are not studying in co-education. My father took all the unsolicited advices of relatives and chucked me away to this woeful place. According to my relatives, boys are taboo until the night of my marriage. So there I was in one of the good colleges in india adhering to strict rules amd heavy schedules. I hardly conversed with anyone and during the first semester my friends didn't knew that i even existed. My hostel room was quite good and I even had the previlage to use an ironing board and induction. There was a walking distance from my hostel to the main building which gave me time to pluck flowers from the bushes nearby.

Of course I missed Mom, Dad and bhaiya. Our pretty little home in Kolkata which was as old as the pyramid of the pharaos. The big mansion actually needed repair but my dad considered my studies to be important and took the risk to uphold the ceiling if it collapsed. My mother is unlike those ladies who grumble for every little need of the house. If she did not had onions for the curry she would quitely make mashed potatoes for dinner. She is not passive but patient in her workload. My brother a gross loss in his early age of 25. A software engineer by profession but as important as a rat in the house. And I was the queen bee among them not because of my academic performances but because of dad who adored me as his precious jewel.

My worth was unknown to myself until Ayan once again entered my life. This time to double my value without owning me. In one of those evening when people love to sit outside in the verandah and talk of myths and legends, i moved outside the hostle in the busy road of Bhuvaneshwar to do a little shopping. It was early january and sun was in a rush to go down the horison . So i hurried my way back from the mall to get an auto and then it happened...a moment that gave rise to myriad memories and later disappointments.
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I am sorry" , he said, fumbling to pickup the bag of clothes from the ground which contained my undergarments.
Before he could decipher my things, i snatched the bag from him. "Please be carefull next time" ,I yelled and bent down to pickup my things.
"Sure, if you only give me a chance next time, Farha."
He knows my name! I looked up and was speechless. Oh my god, there he was, in front of me, looking right into my eyes, reading the lines on my forehead, examining my faded lip colour and parched lips.
"Ayan" I cried loud enough for the nearby sugarcane juice vendor to hear and he deleberately began to advetise as if Prime Minister is going to visit his stall.
"Lets have a glass of juice" ,he suggested. I agreed.
" how come you are here?" He asked sipping his drink. I could se a cloud of foam on his upper lips. I wondered if he knew, how desperately i wanted to wipe it.
Regaining my senses, I replied."I am persuing my graduation from Narendran University. Two years lapsed one more to go. And how long have you been wandering in this city?"
He smirked, "wandering! well you can say that. i am here for a couple of months for my company's work. This project has left me half dead from past one month and day before yesterday i landed on this city."
I sipped my drink. His voice was sweeter than the sugarcane juice. I looked up at he vendor. I wanted to thank him. he the one who united us, an angel in disguise. Following my gaze, he also looked at the vendor and then at me.
"Do you want more? Please make one more glass, uncle" ,he said to the heavenly man dressed in lose vest in cold evening and towel over his head.
"No its enough, I dont want more"  I said as fast as i could.
"But I want to drink more" he gave an impish smile. "We can share the glass. I hope you have'nt become health concious."
"No way, man" i retorted.
"Can you help me buy few things. I am an alien in this city and so is my assistant." He said, exhailing an air of sigh.
"You want me to be your assistant? I have better things to do, Ayan. Help yourself out. You are big enough. Your old habbits are intact even now!
"Hey miss attitude, dont your dare start a fight again. You stand no chance, My mom wont come here for your rescue." He said with that old energy amd vigour.

I guessed it right. He was mine. My old ayan. He hadn't changed inspite of those grown up beards and masculine body, deep inside he was still a boy. Trying to figure out his life among all odds.
He forwaded his credit card to the vendor. The vendor looked confused. Ayan too realised that he did'nt had any cash. I giggled and fished inside my purse and handed the juice vendor 60 rupees.
"So you genuinely need help"  I  said with authentic voice. Next two hours we strolled from one shop to another. "I cant walk any further, my legs are dead now." I said. The sun had already went into slumber and the evening breeze suggested returning to the confined four walls of hostel room. The management is considerate about safety of girls and so the rule goes. "No outing after 7pm." Why cant we lock men indoors after sunset?
"My hostel gate will close and then i have to go through a long procedure to enter it." At last I made it clear to him.
"Ok, i will tarry you no longer. Tell me where it is, i'll drop you." His sweet voice was being a venom to my heart.
"Help yourself alien, i will manage. You will forget your way back and i dont want your company to lose a diligent employee." I laughed at him.
He looked angry. "My driver belongs to this city. Do you get that, miss attitude." I saw shining black Range Rover nearing us.
"You have a car? That too an elegant one." I felt relieved and exited.
"One of my company's favour. Get in"
I narrated my adressed to the driver and within 10 minutes i reached my hell gates.
"Farha, here is my card. In case you need any help." He said
"Help! From an alien. No way." I again sneered him.
"Last time you called me that, silly girl. By the way your size is 32 and you prefer cotton bra!" The door slammed shut and the car whizzed past me. I was taken aback for few seconds. Oh my god! This boy is not that young what i presumed. I felt embarrased. Dont know how am i going to face him the next time
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do you think Ayan is a roadside romeo?
If you liked the first part then be prepared for many more fun.
Please have some pity and hit the star button for my first chapter
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