I wake up with my head pounding and the events of yesterday register in my brain. I massage my temples trying to remember how I ended up in bed. I don't remember coming up. I passed out on the bench and maybe Randhir carried me here.

"Oh god" I groan thinking of how I vomitted in front of him. I also shouted at him when he actually saved me from that creep.

I hear the shower running so he's probably in the bathroom. There's a big glass of orange juice on my bedside table. My throat feels like sandpaper so I drink it in one go.

"How are you feeling?" Randhir walks out of the bathroom with his hair damp, wearing a stripped t-shirt and jeans.

"I feel.. fine" I say and look at him through my lashes. "I'm really sorry for shouting at you yesterday and thank you for saving me. Agar tum time pe nahi aate toh pata nahi kya ho jaata" I say in a small voice.

"Uska muh fod deta mai. Fucking asshole. Wapas dikh jaaye mujhe bass kahi.. usko toh mai-"

"Randhir" I cut him off. "The way you hit him, I don't think vo fir se kabhi waisi harkat karne ki sochega bhi. I'm okay" I reassure him.

"Sanyukta" he says with concern. "Tum thik ho na? Police complaint kare kya. Mujhe pehle hi aa jana chahiye tha." he says taking both my hands in his.

"Randhir" I whisper, giving his hand a little squeeze. "Tum bilkul time pe aa gaye. I am really thankful for that. Please khud ko blame mat karo. Mai tumhari wajah se bach gayi. Aur kal toh I had such a great time dancing with you. I don't want to spoil it with that shitty memory."

I recall yesterday's night and our dance. It was really fun. Yes it was. I guess he recalls it too. We both smile at each other. "Umm by the way shayad tum bhul gayi ke aaj pehla lecture hai. And 15 minutes me shuru hoga" he says with a mischievous smile.

What!!! Oh god! I throw my pillow at him. "Shit shit tumne mujhe pehle kyu nahi bataya. And stop smiling!" I say and he is still smiling. Urgh!

I run into the bathroom and in 20 minutes I leave the room. I run downstairs and into the college building. The corridors are empty. The classrooms that I see while running have already started their lecture. Randhir is standing outside our classroom.

"Tum yaha kyu ruke ho?" I ask.

"Shh chalo" he says and we both stand at the door.

A warm feeling spreads across my chest thinking that he waited for me.

"Sir may we come in" I ask.

He looks at us and then at his watch. Shit! "What time does the lecture begin?" he asks sternly. "Um sir, eleven" I say in a low voice.

"What's the time?" he says looking at Randhir. "11.15" answers Randhir.

"Pehle lecture me hi late. Ye college hai koi garden nahi jo kabhi bhi aa jaao. Dekho inhe kaise khade hai besharmo ki tarah. Aisa discipline hai toh jaao apne maa baap ko bolo kisi local college me bhejne. Yaha mat aao. Pata nahi kya sikhaya hai maa baap ne" he shouts at us.

Mom dad.. Why is he insulting them. I feel like crying. Mom dad ke baat pe mere waterworks hamesha shuru ho jaate hai. Oh please not in front of so many people.

"Sir aap.." Randhir says in anger. I hold his hand tightly stopping him from saying anything further.

"Sorry sir. It won't happen again." I say in a low voice.

"Better. Come in"

We go inside and sit on the last bench. My eyes are watery. I open the book and my vision has become blurry. A drop of tear falls on my book. Randhir removes his hanky and offers it to me. I wipe my tears and concentrate on the lecture. The lecture goes on until 1 o'clock. The bell rings and now is the lunch break. I run towards my room.

"Sanyukta.." Vidushi calls out from behind. But I go past her straight to my room. I lock the door from inside and start crying.

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Sanyukta's character is kaafi sensitive. Waise mai bhi kaafi rotlu hu. Slightest inconvenience happens in my life and I cry like a baby everytime.. anyway.. please vote and comment. It makes me happy :)