"Yaar, I don't think Anaisha and Priyank are going to let you go easily." James expressed his concern.

"Don't worry, Hasan will handle her. Finally, the bullies have met their match." Shivansh patted Hasan's shoulder as he shifted comfortably. Hasan smirked picking up the silver tumbler and took a sip of warm milk. The three roommates sat in a dimly lit hostel mess along with only a few students who were having milk, tea, or coffee before retiring to the bed.

Hasan laid peacefully on the bed. He smiled reading Sanam's beautiful love quote. It was her habit to shower him with her sweet talk before saying good night. He wanted to call her but decided not to disturb her so late in the night. He sent her a message and quickly opened her photo in the phone gallery. He admired her and then, kissed the screen. Ever since he had come to university, he hadn't felt so calm. The look of anger on Anaisha's face made him grin. It was a sight that brought him immense satisfaction.

Anaisha felt as though construction work was ongoing inside of her head. She winced sharply, clutching her head with both her hands, and pulled herself up on the bed.

"Good morning."

She leaned against the bedpost and managed to open her eyes. Priyank's beaming face made her want to slap him.

"What are you doing in my room?" She pulled up her legs and sighed, placing a hand on her nape.

"Be thankful I came on time else you would have woken up on a bed of that chomu." Priyank shook his head, forwarding her a glass of lemonade. Anaisha was reminded of it and cringed. What was she about to do? She had made a mental pack with herself that she won't indulge in one stand night, she won't give her body to a stranger.

"Thanks." She hissed taking a sip and closed her eyes, letting out a cold sigh.

Priyank nodded, - "I had to lie to your parents that we were group studying. Good, my dad returned extremely late in the night to pass "you are sleeping" lie to him. Sometimes having workaholic parents is a blessing."

Anaisha stiffened as she recollected Aryaman's announcement. He had called a house meeting after dinner. She took a large gulp and sat straight on the bed.

"Priyank, I have bad news!"

"What?" He got serious.

"Last night Aryaman Singhaniya announced that he will be sending me off to Seattle, to his maternal cousin's home."

Priyank climbed down the bed, a horrified look on his face. He shook his head in disbelieve.

"Is it inevitable?"

Anaisha nodded and began to twirl a finger over the rim of the glass. She exhaled deeply and looked at her friend.

"It is also good in a way. I will have some mental peace there. Otherwise here I will keep burning my blood looking at Hasan's ugly face." She clenched the glass tightly. Priyank pressed his lips as he sat beside her legs.

He gave his hand, - "Promise me, you will stay in touch with me." His voice cracked. Anaisha chuckled, hitting his cheek lightly and then, placed her glass on the bedside table. She moved her arms, gesturing for a hug. He leaned and grabbed her in a tight embrace. Anaisha felt her eyes moist but wasn't sure if she was emotional or was it from the horrible hangover

Hasan adjusted the sling backpack and walked casually towards the science block. He heard the zooming of a bike and he stepped aside. The bike passed by him brushing against his arm. He winced, clenching his elbow. He felt a burning sensation and warm blood on his palm. His eyes widened upon seeing blood.

He looked up and noticed the Ducati bike coming back at him. It was coming unmoved towards him. He flinched, watching in horror at the approaching bike. He jumped to the right side as the bike came too close, in the process he fell on the ground. Luckily, the bike came to a halt a few inches away from him.

He stood up, keeping his gaze on the biker, and patted his palms. Anaisha removed her helmet and adjusted her hair. Her glaring gaze fixated on him.

"Are you planning to kill me?" Hasan picked up his backpack.

"I wish, Nerd!"- She removed her sunglasses and tugged it on the neckline of her mint green Cami top. She took a step closer to him, Hasan straightened. Both ignored the small crowd that had begun to gather. Anaisha kept her stare on him as she took out a pack from the back pocket of her torn-out jeans and tossed it to him. Hasan almost missed the catch as he was taken off guard. He looked at the packet of band-aids.

"This is right."- He sounded amused. Looking back at her, he spoke barely containing his smile, - "First you hurt me and then apply ointment."

Anaisha took a step closer, but he was unaffected. She folded her arms, - "Listen, Nerd! You are thinking you are too smart. Don't fly on luck, because luck won't support you for long. It was plain luck that Mr. Aryaman Singhaniya and Raghavendra came to college that day." She ignored the questioning eyebrows he raised at her, - "Lucky for you again, Nerd. I am going out of this College but She snapped her fingers in front of him.

Hasan was pleased to know she was leaving. Now, he won't have to bear her face. Anaisha waited for his response but he remained expressionless. She took steps backward, keeping her gaze transfixed on him. Hasan pulled the sling of his bag watching her wear her helmet and sit on the bike. And, just like she zoomed away.

The results of first-year were announced and Hasan was disappointed to learn that he had slipped a rank and was second. But to his surprise and contentment, the first rank holder was Tarun. He began searching for his classmate to congratulate him. He was a chupa-rustam.

Hasan's search ended in the library where Tarun was in the biology column searching for a book.

"Hey!" Hasan called. Tarun looked at him and stiffened. Hasan waved a hand at him. He looked away and began to leave. At first, Hasan didn't understand why he was avoiding him.

Finally, he got him and questioned him about his strange behavior.

"Don't touch me or come near me, Hasan. People are still talking, and I don't want to be part of their gossip."

Hasan was taken aback for a moment, - "But Principal Agarwal has put up the truth on the notice board and everyone apologized. Then, why the confusion?"

"But people won't forget this. They are still gossiping and denying the truth. Anyway, whatever is the matter. I just don't want to be friends with you." Tarun was firm and so Hasan didn't pester him more. Respecting his decision, he stepped back.

"Even if you don't want to be friends with me. I will always be your friend. Whenever you need me, I will be there for you. Also, it hurts that you don't want to be my friend." Hasan expressed himself and silently turned away. Tarun kept looking at his figure fading away until he disappeared behind the door. Then, he sighed grasping the bunch of books that he held.

"I know what Anaisha has done is wrong, but she isn't a bad girl, Hasan. Also, shouldn't you too be apologizing to her for bad-mouthing her?" Sanam tried to reason with Hasan. The two sat opposite each other in the canteen mess.

Hasan shook his head, - "What for? What I said was true" He shrugged coolly.

Sanam bit her lip, - "Now, you are being arrogant, Hasan. This is not you. You do know being arrogant is a sin."

"Of course, I know."- Hasan slammed his fist on the table. Sanam flinched, retracting her hands. It was then, he realized he over-reacted. But he didn't know why the thought of apologizing to Anaisha or anything related to her just made him angry. He noticed tears glistening in his fiancé's eyes.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, - "Can we not talk about her. She is going out of this college and our life for good."

Sanam shook her head, dabbing her eyelids with tissue paper, - "I know you don't like her, and I don't know why. She is just misunderstood by you. I have seen her best side."

Hasan rolled his eyes, tapping his fingers impatiently on the table, - "Sanam, I need to go to class." He wanted to avoid another outburst. Hasan didn't understand Sanam, why did she have a soft corner for Anaisha. There absolutely no best side to her. None.

"Pray to God, that if he exists then he should never bring us together again. Else, I promise you, I won't spare you."

Precap: Eight Years Later.

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