"Y/N you buffalo! I heard from your tutor! I think what you studied so far there is enough. Pack your bags and come home. Your father showed me pictures of young men who would be suitable for you. Let's finish the marriage within this year. I heard one of the boys we saw for you knows how to cook, so your lazy self can be eating all day even after getting married!" She shouted as if she needs our whole village to hear what I'd been doing in college.

"Ma!! Why are you shouting like this? I can hear you well I am using a Volte phone and don't ever talk about marriage. I have a goal to achieve. I don't want to become a homemaker like you!!" I shouted, cut the call and shoved it inside my jean pocket. I thought I could listen to some music while brooming my classroom, instead, I listened to my mom's rant while vigorously cleaning the classroom. Nobody but Bobby and Saara knows of my punishment. So I have to wake up early to clean the classroom before anyone comes. Bobby is on medical leave, otherwise, I would have shoved all my work to him. Saara would help me if I ask her, but I don't want to bother her with my burden. She's already a hard-working girl who aspired to become a professor in this college. Sometimes I feel like I don't have a goal, but I wanted to work in a quirky job full of fun while having my own time to debut as a rap star! Imagine: Angel collaborating with famous music directors like Anirudh Ravichander, G.V.Prakash, and A.R. Rahman!!

I tied my hair up in a bun and lay on the bench, exhausted. Respect for the aunties who sweep all those classes instantly! I need to teach a good lesson to those who litter. My eyelids slowly drooped to sleep and woke up suddenly when a lightweight ball-like thing hit my head. I turned around to pick up the crushed paper ball which hit my head earlier. Somebody must have thrown it from the corridor through the window. I opened the crumpled paper and somebody wrote a note addressed to me neatly.

To Angel,

Don't have pride picking opponents who know nothing. Come battle against me - if you think you're worthy. And yes, the last guy was right, your dry frizzy hair which resembles a Mongolian monkey needs something to be done, like perming.

9 pm - College Library

You don't need to come if you're scared, baby girl.

XOX 

The Lord

I crumpled the paper into my fist. Looks like The Lord needs some flogging from The Angel. Ironic right? But it's gonna be historic. How dare he calls me baby girl? I'll teach him a lesson that he'll never forget