You were in a rush for college, gripping your book bag tightly as you hurried down the street. Just as you turned a corner, you came to a sudden halt—your dupatta was caught on a bike handle. Furrowing your brows, you looked up, only to realize the owner of the bike seemed oddly familiar. His quiet demeanor, the way people avoided angering him… it was unmistakably him.

"Kya hua? Itni jaldi?" he asked with a toothy grin, carefully untangling your dupatta.

"Main chhod doon?" he offered casually.

You were about to refuse, but then it hit you—you were already late. With a reluctant nod, you accepted the ride.

But when you stepped out of college in the evening, your steps faltered. There he was, leaning against his bike, as if he'd been waiting all day. Had he really stayed there the entire time?

"Um..." He followed after you, but slowly so he didn't creep you out. "Suniye," he called out. "Suniye, please."