The following three months were one of the best times in my life. I was treading on water instead of drowning in it and it felt good.

Really, really good.

Each month we had exams and I've already faced two. I would tell you that I became the section topper in every subject, but that would be smug-talk. So I'll just shut up.

I enrolled myself in a couple of college societies. We did a lot of charity. Because there had to be some place where all these rich daddys' money went. But on a good note it felt like some compensation for the bitch I've been for the last few years.

I didn't hear from Shiva or  father which was most soothing.

I also wasn't bothered by 'big dudes' anymore because they were either scared of me or afraid of me. It feels pretty good to know that let me tell you.

Grow up woman! The maturity in me face-palmed herself.

But I also heard something from Tammy the gossip queen. And by the way, don't call her that, she dislikes it. She says that she somehow or the other she hears everything that happens around. Which is something I can actually relate to.

I don't gossip. I am just well informed.

Apparently pranks and pranksters lie low when Shezaad takes his long walks in the name of business. Or so I heard.

My personal opinion is, it is very wimpy of them. Ball-less cowards. And I'd gladly voice what I think. But I felt like I need to wait for a dramatic moment to arise, to put in my golden words.

All in all things considered, I was in a good mood, doing good work and actually being productive. Even Shohrd joked about me not needing therapy anymore cause I was actually beginning to look a lot more healthier inside out.

This was when Winnie opened her huge hole -and by that I meant her mouth- to give her 'honest input'. Which turned out to be something she didn't have to spell out.

I totally know that the not so sparkling twin and that brawny one would never toss me in the fuck-it bucket this fast. Something was cooking in their head and I'll cross that bridge when I get there.

For now I'll just have some swell time.

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Rona was sitting parallel to me in the fourth hour Tortes class. It was a pain in the ass. Tortes I mean. Not Rona.

Pain in the ass wasn't a good enough definition for her.

She was filing her nails rather dreamily. I look around to see similar expressions on the faces of half the class and came back to Rona.

People here feared her. It had nothing to do with her. But everything to do with her so called future husband.

Yes!!!

The million dollar piece of information.

Rona is the evr so glorious Shezaad's soon to be bride.

I cringed at the thought. The reason I didn't exactly know why.

It was the most disturbing news I've heard in these three months.

I mean personal differences aside. Shezaad was sharp and smart.

Also extremely and jaw droppingly  good looking.

My prodding inner voice smirked.

Go on. Admit it.

Prod. Prod.

Okay fine!!!!!!!! I'll admit. He did look good.

Very good!!

Whatever the fuck it is!

He would own one quarter of planet earth next year this time. He wouldn't be handed a grenade that big, if he didn't have some sense of sanity up in his empty blue skull.

Or so I thought.

Until I heard he was Rozana's most beloved fiancé.

You can add as many exclamation marks as you wish after that statement. I would understand. Because I was totally shocked too. My inner voice ran into some rabbit hole and I haven't heard from her since.

And she is NEVER quiet.

"They were engaged when he was 19 and she was 18. It's been almost seven years now".

SEVEN YEARS! WOW!

That's what Tammy had to tell me.

This topic came up in the library last evening while we were all doing some reading. I mean when we were supposed to.

"He could have anyone. ANYONE he wants and he wanted a pair of fake boobs". Indidana's big mouth never rested.

"Well at least they are big". And Matt suffered from severe brain to mouth malfunction.

"HUGE. Huge is the right word".

Pause.

"Wait!! Have you been looking at her boobs?"

Oh God!!!

I bit the insides of my cheek so hard that it bled to stop me from laughter.

"Life isn't that unfair. People think Shezaad is one lucky mascot to have it all. But God also blessed him with a walking STD to ruin it all too".

"Well at least she is pretty".

Brain to mouth malfunction!

I think Matt never expected us to hear that. There was a pregnant pause. A prolonged, pin-drop silent pause that lasted until Indiana's head rose and turned towards him.

Slo......wly.

He gulped. And I'm pretty sure everyone else did too.

"What. Did. You. Just. Say?"

Say sorry and take those words back you arse. You won't have kids to pass your legacy to, if she fries your balls.

I mentally face palmed myself.

"I mean, not as much as you are, of course. Not even close".

"YOU be glad we have company", was her tight lipped reply. But we knew that the storm wouldn't be that bad.

Even though I didn't admit out loud,i agree with Matt. Rona was pretty in her own way. Clear skin and plush pink lips. All endorsed in layers and layers of makeup.

I didn't know her exact eye color. It's blue when Shezaad is around and not when he is gone. These days it's purple or green or yellow. Today she had red contacts.

Blood drinking, bloody witch.

They shined like rubies.

Changing rubies.

Confusion.

Disbelief

Hatred.

What is happening to me?

It was then I realised I was staring at her. And she was staring back!

Which I must say was with an absolutely loathing, I-could-whip-you-until-you-drop look.

Fuck!!!!!!

I snapped back into the present. I happened to be in the middle my Tortes class. The class was almost over. But, as universally accepted, time moves at its own torturous slow speed when you look forward for something.

I badly wished that Winnie and I shared classes. Let me tell you something. Learning law was no picnic. Sometimes it was indeed a good sleep-stimulant. That was why Winnie went to bed with a textbook every night. Not a single day has she read it for over five minutes. But sadly she wasn't here with me. I wanted to pout.

Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeng!!!!!!!

The shrill made me jump on my seat and the Professor walked out after mumbling a 'dismiss', clearly displeased at how early he had to leave.

Before I could collect my books or my thoughts, someone burst in through the door. It was that pink bubble gum girl. She seemed to have done a hell lot of pacing out there on the corridor.

What was her name again??

She was breathless and flushed. And her eyes were shinning. She bought herself a moment, to have everyone's attention. Her commotion did draw a lot of eyes. But she looked at the girls excitedly and broke the news.

"Shezaad just walked out of the Dean's office".

Enjoy guys. I have a feeling you will like the chapter. A lot of sass in here. Tell me what you think. I couldn't keep Shezaad away 4 more than a chapter. I didn't want you guys to get heartsick of him. So he is around. A lot of drama and twists and turns are on its way.

Dreamy

Steamy

And unbelievable.

Hang on tight.

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