Not that life is an easy going thing, yet it's all my lord wants me to take care of. I have been played on, I have been cheated, I have been betrayed , yet I have been loved but of all, the phase where I was pretty much forced to get along with high class people for the sake of politics was the worst and it seems to be my worst nightmare that it's going to last this entire lifetime.

"Waraina ma'am? Are you in there?" Rubeena aapa, my nanny knocks at the door.

"Yes, I am. Assalamualikum aapa..." I give her a smile rolling down my hair curler.

"WalekumasSalam bibi, I thought you were still sleeping. Anyways, I brought your breakfast and I heard your mother saying your soon to be in-laws will pay a visit today. Also, she asked me to inform you to wear traditional if possible and she said something else too which I probably don't remember now... " she rambled while I smiled at her through the mirror I was staring in.

She wore a pink salwar kamiz and had her head covered with her dupatta, the traditional way to dress up.

"Aapa relax. I'm pretty sure she asked you to tell me to be back home early. You get stressed for every small thing." I reach up to take the orange juice from the breakfast tray. It still had 2 boiled eggs and a bowl of fruit salad.

"You know your mother too well." she gasps folding my bed sheets.

I take my denim jacket and cover my white Maxi dress. I collect my bag and rush out of the room trying my best to escape from the daily routined extra dose of advices from my mother and her trained nanny.

"Waraina! Waraina stop! Wait! Waraina?" I heard mom call out my name in every different tone possible.

Run Winni, Run!

"College please?" I ask the driver as I enter my Lexus.

It's been 3 years, and I still don't understand why my parents don't get I won't run, I mean they know I can't even if I want to, but... Still... I won't. I won't repeat the mistakes my elders already did.

Since the day my sister finally decided to take a stand for herself and ended up eloping with her dreams and not with any guy, my parents who happen to have a reputation to maintain feels I might do the same. Well, I don't deny that the way they force rules and laws on me definitely makes me want to try her shoes but... I don't know... I can't.

Guffar Abdul Raza and his wife Shagufta Abdul Raza were blessed with two beautiful daughters, Zamaira and Waraina. Unfortunately Zamaira, my elder sister hated boundaries but loved to challenge them and so she did, ending up getting me trapped inside them while freeing herself.

Well, Guffar Abdul Raza was an emerging politician but after the blunder his daughter created, he was forced to resign and recommend some other "man" in his place. People knew Abbu didn't had a son, but they didn't knew his best friend did.

Abbu nominated Kashan Haque, Usman Haque's son to be the next leader after his party faced a terrible loss that year. His motives were clear, all he wanted was to get to rule the state anyhow, and in Kashan, he was able to see dawn to his new reign.

"Ma'am? Can I ask you something?" the driver brought me out of my depressing past.

"Hmm.. "

"The college you study in... Is it... Does it belong to Mr. Usman Haque?" he asked.

"It does. Usman uncle has a pretty good hold on the educational sector of the state. When they heard I'll be joining this college, they bought it." I sighed collecting my bag and walked out of the car as the driver parked it.

I always tried to maintain a low profile. I was bold but I never tried to experiment my boldness around. I walked straight into my classroom as some regular girls followed me.

After 2 continuous hours of history of Media, our teacher decided to dismiss the class. I was tired and hungry but I knew going into cafeteria at this hour was the last thing I would consider.

"Winni? We are going to the cafeteria, mind joining us?" Fabiya came running right before I could escape.

I tried to think of a better idea but ended up walking with Fabiya and her friends.

They entered the Cakezone and ordered food, while I sat there, still confused about how did I ended up in the canteen that too at 11 am?

"What will you have?" Fabiya asked.

"Chocolate brownie with vanilla ice cream and cranberry sauce." I mumbled still lost.

"What?" she asked again, pretending not to hear the first time.

"I'll order myself." I tell her. I would rather be hungry another hour then roam around freely in a lion's den right when he would walk in.

I made my order and went to take a seat along with the 3 other girls who got me trapped here today.

I buried my face behind the menu card as I heard the crowd go wild. All of a sudden the girls were yelling out his name and the boys were trying their best to get his attention. He was a star, and not just any Star but someone who had the control over the entire college and not to mention hearts of several million girls too.

"Is that guy him?" Fabiya asked.

"Yes. And he looks more handsome than he looked yesterday." Ishika replied.

"No doubt he is blessed in all he has got." the third one commented.

He entered flaunting his abs hidden under a sea green kurta which he had paired with the same coloured salwar. An emotionless face, well not exactly emotionless, it was too hard to guess.

"How is everything going?" he asked in his husky voice. Damn you Mr. Howtie! why do you have to speak? Now my spine will force me to create blunders.

"Isn't this weird? He seems to be a nice guy, yet people say he is too rude." Fabiya got not chill today.

"I know, right? He doesn't even care for what others feel, for him everything is about perfection." the third girl added.

"Perhaps you guys don't know him much then. He is a nice guy, sweet and straight forward. And more over he hates it when people judge others for no reason." I speak on his behalf as if I completely own him and can't stand a word against him.

"You know what's more weird? People say you guys have a chemistry. I don't even see you speak to him." Ishika breaks the ice between my words and the situation.

Damn it! No! No! He heard it! Shit! He partially turns his head towards our table and then looks back into his file.

"Can you keep it low?" I scold her while my heart races another marathon. I hide my face even more behind the menu card trying my best to avoid him. He seemed to have fallen in the trap and finally starts walking out of the cakezone.

"Chocolate brownie with Vanilla Ice cream and cranberry sauce!" the chef announces.

Why God? Why?

I slam my head with the menu card as he turn back to reach the counter. He picks up the bowl of my dessert and walks towards the table we were sitting at.

Fabiya and her friends stood up instantly sensing him reach our table while I kept on cursing my choice for such an amazing dish.

"I guess this is yours?" he asked placing the bowl on my table.

I had my eyes shut so tightly that while he spoke I felt slow pieces of snow melt underneath my lashes.

I looked at the food placed in front of me and then looked up to match his eyes. Those deep hazel eyes, so green you could view heaven through.

"How do you know?" I asked standing up.

"I don't know any other weirdo who like cranberry sauce with everything." he whispers in my ears while I partially blush.

"Right." I reply.

He gave me a smile and after saying bye to my friends started to walk back again. Sometimes I feel I'm too harsh on him, but the other times, I think even he is the same on me.

"Kashan?" I slowly mumble his name, loud enough for him to hear.

"Waraina." he doesn't even turn back. That's why! That is why...

"Thanks." I say.

"You're welcome." he walks away without even turning to face me.

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