10 years later...

Meher's POV,
Even the sound of the loud alarm wasn't enough to wake me up from my deep slumber. As usual I dismissed the alarm and went back to sleep.

"Meher, GET UP!"
Yep that's the only sound to which I can wake up or should I say jump of the bed and fall on my butt on the floor.

"Coming.... coming...." I yelled groggily with my eyes closed and hands flapping like a bird anxiously.

"Today is your 1st day of college and you're still sleeping? You even missed your Fajr Namaaz (morning prayer/salat).

"Huh? What time is it?" I asked scratching my head and yawning.

"7:15"

"Whaaaaat!"
I jolted up and ran to the bathroom. I have to reach college sharp at 8:00 so, I have to get ready and finish breakfast in half an hour, get a bus and reach college in 15 mins. Ugh! I hate morning college hours.

I got ready after my morning business and bath, no I still had only 5 minutes.
Milk and cornflakes, yes! That's the only fast breakfast I could think of. So quickly stuffing my face, I ran to the bus stop. Zoya was already waiting for me there.

"Am I late?" I asked panting. The bus just arrived.

"Nope, right on time baby." She said and we hopped in the bus hand in hand.

Today a new chapter had began. We were finally college students. I've been dreaming about this day all my life. We'll have new handsome classmates, professors, new friends, interesting teaching, parties and most importantly, fresher's party! Yay!

We reached the gate and I was soo excited. It's gonna be awesome!

"Let's go girl." I told Zoya grinning.

"Let's go."

OMG! Am I dreaming or something? All the guys and even girls are looking at us. Do we look that pretty? I nugged Zoya blushing.
"See we're soo popular already." I whispered.

"Um... something's fishy. I don't think they're looking at us." She said with a confused face.

"Eh?"

We turned behind and....yep. All our fantasies shattered like glass. They weren't looking at us. Infact, they were looking at the group of girls behind is. They looked like supermodels. All expensive clothes, heavy makeup, high heels, that princess attitude and oh...

"Big boobs." I didn't realise I said it out loud.

"Aw." Zoya hit my head.

"Are you a lesbo?" She scoulded me. Zoya loves scoulding me, it's her hobby.

"No." I pouted. "But Zoya, did you look at those 3 girls? They were awesome." I said in awe watching them as they entered the building.

"Well, if we get late to class WE won't be awesome." She said.

"Right." I agreed with a sharp nod and we both rushed to the class. Our classroom numbers were mentioned on the notice board. There was a rush of students but our brave Zoya made her way through, checked the numbers and came back.

"Room number 12, second floor." She said and we went searching for it. We finally reached class and took our seats in the middle of the row. After 10 minutes we realised another of our dreams had shattered.
Handsome classmates and new friends.... undetected.

From all the guys in our class, not a single guy was handsome and as for making new friends? No one was even looking at us, let alone talk to us.

"Zoya, we're doomed". I sank my head on the desk and she patted my back.

"Don't lose hope yet, there's still the fresher's party." She reminded.

I sat up all energized again. "Ah, your right!"

Just then this guy entered the class. His walk represented confidence but still it seemed humble not arrogant. He was tall, lean, not too fair, not too dark, just the right manly shade with thick black, puffy hair which I oh soo love on guys. He had thick eyebrows and thin lips. He was just in casual faded jeans and T-shirt still, I could see his muscles slightly as he gripped the strap of his bag. He went and sat with his group of friends who welcomed him excitedly at the front.

Zoya slapped my arm.
"Stop gapping at him like that."

I shrugged.
"Oww! Sorry... But look at him Zoya.... He's just soo.... Amazing!" I said sighing.

"You are soo shameless you know that? You already have someone in your life, remember? You can't just drool over any new handsome guy you see. That job is mine." She grinned.

"As if!" I rolled my eyes. "He didn't bother to show his face for 10 years now, why should I keep waiting for him? I might as well feast my eyes."
I said rubbing my hands wickedly and grinning.

She shook her head and then followed my gaze.
"You're right though, he is handsome."

The whispers and chatters around increased as a certain someone entered the class.

She was that big boobs Diva from before tailed by her 2 friends. It felt like a scene from the Mean girls movie. She came and sat in the front row too. While at it, she gave a mean glance to the handsome guy while he smiled at her and she looked away as if he was hitting at her. What the hell! It was just a casual smile. Ugh! Such a Diva!
His eyes stopped at me and I immediately looked away embarrassed. Oops, am I the Diva now? Nah, I'm just stupid.

All the guys were ogling her and drooling over her. To be honest, she was beautiful.

"Hey, isn't she the college dean's daughter."

"Yeah, I've heard she's super rich and spoilt."

"Obviously, look at her clothes and her shoes. Wow, I wish I had such shoes too." 2 girls were talking behind us. I was impressed. She's living a dream life.

"Zoya, girls like her are soo lucky. They get the world without even asking." I sighed.

"We should learn to be content in what we have or just strive hard to have what we want. Having such an materialistic life, we sometimes have to let go of some important things. Sometimes, in such households, they don't have time for eachother and are mostly lonely. We're lucky we have our parents with us." Zoya said.

"Whoa! What a philosophy dude!" I said impressed patting her back.

"Thank you, thankyou..." Zoya said bowing dramatically and we both laughed.

The principal entered the class and we all stood up from our seats to welcome him. There was a young extremely handsome man behind him. Somehow, he felt really familiar to me, as if I've known him forever.

"Welcome to JJC college everyone. You all must be familiar with me. I'm the Principal of this college Prof. K.D Patil....." He continued his speech welcoming us and everything, but throughout that my mind and eyes were fixed on the man with the principal. Who is he? I just couldn't take my eyes of him eventhough his eyes were fixated on me. Usually I get flustered and avert my eyes from people who stare at me but, he was different.

All the students were excited to see him. Especially the girls.

"...So students, this young man is your new Accounts professor. He might look young but his skills are impressive. He's a Mcom in finance and accounting from London and new to this college just like you all. So I hope you all can learn a lot from Mr. Azlaan Khan here.

I gasped loud enough to attract everyone's attention at me making ne cover my mouth immediately, embarrassed, I looked down. I could see from under my lashes that he was smirking at me. Shit!

"Are you OK?" Zoya whispered.

I couldn't speak, I was literally in shock. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was him. Azlaan Khan.

My husband!

He was back after 10 years.

And what's more is that my husband was going to be my college professor...

"Goodmorning everyone. I'm Azlaan Khan your new Accounts professor. Let's have fun together this whole year, shall we?" He gave a huge smile.

"Alright then professor, I'll leave these students with you. Do your best everyone." The principal said and left the class.

"How was my first impression by the way? Ok, good, cool, awesome or dope." Azlaan turned to us students again ant which everyone was exchanging curious glances with eachother.

"Not that good I guess?" He winced.

"You were awesome." He turned to the Diva in the front row who said that.

"Thankyou. And may I know your name?" He asked in his manly voice. His voice was just soo appealing.

"Kashish Oberoi." She said flipping her hair and smirking.

Was she hitting on him? I guess he must be used to it in London too. Just thinking about it made me feel like something was burning inside me.

"Ah, Miss Oberoi. I presume you're the precious daughter of the Dean of this college." He stated.

"That I am. So I too presume that I'll be receiving some special treatment." She said leaning closer with her hands on the desk and it wasn't hidden how she was flashing her cleavage at him.

He leaned closer to her too and I could hear sighs and grunts from students while my hand unconsciously clenched into a fist.

"Really? Sorry Miss Oberoi. Whether you're the daughter of Dean or even the Prime minister of this country. No special treatment." Her smirk fell into a frown.

"OMG! He's soo handsome and charming. Are we lucky or what!" The girls were chattering.

I still can't believe my eyes thought. I was actually seeing him after 10 years. I didn't know if I should scream, laugh or cry. He was back and that too as my professor. Should I love or loath this? I love him, he's my husband but as my professor? Will he be like all the others?

He was talking and laughing with other students and they all seemed to like him. Maybe he is different.

"Meher.... is this really Azlaan bhai? He's really back. Why didn't you tell me he's coming?" Zoya asked with excitement laced in her voice.

"I didn't knew myself." I replied in a low voice.

"Oh! So he wanted to surprise you." Zoya cooed and giggled.

I blushed. "Maybe."

His eyes stopped at me and my heart raced. His eyes are exactly the same. Deep black like a star less night but still sparkly.
"And you are?"

"Huh?" I couldn't breathe.

"Your name."

"M..Meher." my eyes were wide by now.

"Uh..." He chuckled in that handsome manner.
"I think I'd like to know your surname too." He said. 
Everyone joined him in his laugh. That was akward. What's my surname by the way? Qadri or Khan? What should I say?

"We don't have all day miss Meher..." He sang. This was getting akward and akward. He knows my name. Why is he asking?

"Qadri. Meher Qadri." I blurted as my brain was hanged.

"Thanks for finally telling us your name. Thought you might have forgotten it." He joked and everyone laughed. I didn't know why I felt like I could cry but I swallowed it in and forced a smile. It was just a joke right?

"Let's move forward." He said talking to other students. He walked around the class with long strides as all the girls took thier chances to check him out. Jealousy was springing inside me.

When he was done talking to all the students, his eyes stopped at me again.  He was walking towards me and my heart was increasing it's speed with his every closer step.
Should I look at him, should I look down, should I keep my hands up or on my lap, should I hold something in my hands?

My brain wasn't working at all and it felt like his eyes were digging through my flesh.

"Miss Qadri." He placed his hand on my desk leaning closer as his tall, broad frame hovered over me making my breath hitch.
"...I would like you to join the students in the first row. We have a lot to work on."

"Eh?"

Why me?

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Cast ideas

Mohsin Khan as Azlaan Khan.

Noor Khan as Meher Qadri.

Arata Mackenyu as Imraan Malik.

Momina Muhtesan as Zoya Mulla.

Shehzad Sheikh as Mazhar Qadri.

Mouni Roy as Kashish Oberoi.