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Until this moment I thought I knew what the phrase "all hell broke loose" meant. And now I realize how very wrong I was.

As soon as the words were out of that pink bubble gum girl the room was in a wave of tumult. And in less than two minutes it was emptied of every female existence save my own sweet self.

Holy grail!! Who the hell was this Shezaad dude? This enthusiasm puts Cinderella's step sisters to shame!

Needless to say, I was the last to leave the class. I already forgot about the Shezaad dude by the time I walked out of the doors.

And why might you ask? Of course I shall tell you. But first things first. I went towards one of  the girls' washrooms in a rather deserted corner of the campus. It was empty. I reapplied my eye-liner and peach lipstick.

My phone beeped again. This time it was a photograph. Of myself. It was taken that morning. I was walking to college from the parking lot in white sheath dress with long sleeves. Black jeans and black heeled boots.

It would have been a great shot unless it was some sociopath sending it to me.

My phone beeped again.

'I'm waiting my love'.

Whoever this Shezaad was, I was glad for the stir he caused. What perfect timing! I peaked out of the door. There wasn't a girl in sight.

Three guesses to where they ran off.

It would be safe for the call here. There is an ass hole I mean to find out who.

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The corridors were unusually crowded, noticeably by a vast female population. Their keen gazes were on the two boys. Or rather one of the two.

Timothy Parker or more commonly known as Parker, nearly panted after a black clad figure. Parker is the Secretary of the student body. He also regularly wrote for the campus magazine, The Crown.

His companion was however far from any similarity to him. Shezaad Ahamed cut through the crowd in long powerful strides which poor Parker tried to match, with no visible success.

I watched all the girls stifle their squeals as he passed them. I also watched him give his undivided attention to Parker. While doing so, I paid attention to stride.

He wore black. Black pants, black sports shoes and black shirt. Even the watch on his left wrist had a black leather strap. The rolled up sleeves of his shirt, exposed the contours of his tan arms. It spoke volumes of his devoted hours at the gym. His hair was gelled into a casual disarray. I noticed that it was jet black.

"And you say we went from first to fourth?" his voice was clearly agitated.

Parker nodded helplessly.

Poor poor guy.

His response failed to falter his steps. Instead his feet hurried more, if that was possible.

"Okay. Listen gather eve-"

And suddenly I was looking into pools of  deep midnight blue. I felt like I was standing alone there. He came to a halt. In the corridor. In front of a sea of girls. And for a moment everybody else dissolved.

His eyes held an emotion I couldn't read. Whether because it was too deep or too distracting or too daunting I don't know. Maybe some of all three.

Three seconds or three years could have passed, but we suddenly snapped back to the busy hallway all of sudden, altogether.

His jaw tightened and my eyes narrowed. He tore his gaze away and walked as if I didn't exist.

Ouch!

Arse!!!

This blue brat thinks he owns the world because he came to earth in a golden platter.

Or should I say on a blue platter?

The moment he sniffs challenge in the air, his first and foremost move would be to dig anything and everything he could find about me.

I wouldn't doubt if he carved a hole on earth.

He would keep digging until he found a skeleton in the closet that he could use against me. If he succeeds, he is going discover a lot of things. Ugly things.

So weighing the pros and cons, it is best for me to stay out of his way. But a nagging feeling told me that the odds were against my favour.

Female intuition is no joke.

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Mamma? Wasn't she....

"Mamma? Is that you?"

"Hello darling! How are you doing".

Her eyes travelled all over me as if to digest how much I have grown for the past fourteen years.

"My little baby is a big girl", she cried. Her eyes moist. She dabbed at them as she gripped the top of arms and stepped back to take a good look at me.

I just stood staring in utmost disbelief and befuddlement.

Mamma!

MAMMA!

Mamma is back. That was the only thought my mind could proffer.
She hugged me sniffing. It felt great. It felt warm. It felt right. Something that I hadn't felt in a long time. I enjoyed the moment. Something about it made me feel it was temporary.

Was it really? Then I pulled back to see her. No! Mamma is back. She won't leave again.

She made me sit. It felt like we were sitting for a long time, in silence. I looked around me. It looked like a sand dune. In a desert. But it wasn't hot or dripping-sweaty. Instead it was breezy. Just the right temperature. And flowers grew around us. Nothing fancy. Small, yellow daffodils. It was simple but resplendant. Serene and tranquil.

Just like my mother.

"Where are we?"

"Somewhere you will join me later?" She made it sound like a question with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. They grew concerned in a while.

"Meri jaan".

Weird. My mom didn't speak hindi. Meri jaan in hindi meant my life. It was an endearment I'd grown to love.

"I want you to listen very carefully". She cupped my face in her hands. "I know that before I died, I made you promise that you would let your father decide any one thing in your life, yeah??"

She looked at me with such concern that got me worrying.

"Yeah", I whispered inaudibly.

"Sweety listen. I know you don't get along with him. But I want you to agree to his next request, okay?"

"But what-"

"Shhh. No questions. Nothing. You might not like it at all. But I want you to promise me that whatever he says, you will comply".

I looked at her outstretched palm and her expecting eyes. Something I saw in them helped me decide.

"I promise", I promised her solemnly.

In the morning I woke to a soaked and salty pillow.....