I sat on the low stone wall near the street, surrounded by a sea of autumn leaves. The orange, red, and yellow hues formed a vibrant carpet beneath me, but my mind was far from the beauty around me. I absentmindedly picked at the leaves, their crisp edges crumbling in my hands, while replaying the painful events of my first day at college. The teasing from my new classmates had been relentless and harsh, making me feel isolated and unwelcome in a place where I had hoped to start fresh.
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As I sat there, lost in my thoughts, I heard the crunch of footsteps approaching. I looked up to see him, Mohsin. His face was etched with concern, and his eyes softened when he saw me.
"I've been waiting for you for so long, When did you came here?! " he said, his voice a mixture of worry and relief. "I was getting really worried. Is everything okay?"
His words, though simple, carried a deep sense of care. I felt a lump form in my throat as I looked at him. His concern and the genuine warmth in his voice were a stark contrast to the coldness I had faced earlier. He sat down beside me, and the space between us seemed to close with his comforting presence.
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As he gently placed his hand on mine, I felt a wave of relief wash over me plus butterflies in my stomach. Even though he didn't know the details of my rough day, his support made the heavy burden of the day feel lighter.
I took a deep breath and forced a smile"Actually, the day went really well," I said and added. "It was busy, but good."
He looked at me for a while and said. "That's great to hear, I was worried something might have happened. I hope everyone greeted you well" he said, I remembered the flashbacks but I just smiled and nodded for not giving him troubles. He smiled back and put his hand around my shoulders from back, a back hug.
We sat there for a while, surrounded bthe gentle rustle of autumn leaves and the soft glow of street lamps. As we talked, I found comfort in our conversation, sharing lighter topics from my day, keeping the darker parts to myself. We talked about silly things and enjoyed the simple pleasure of each other's company.
His presence and the ease of our conversation helped me push the day's difficulties to the back of my mind. As the evening deepened and the street grew quieter, the weight of the day seemed to lift, replaced by the warmth of his support and the peacefulness of our shared moment. He is the best husband!!!
He took my bag again in his hand and I walked with free hands. The closeness and comfort level between us is growing day by day. - The next morning, sunlight streamed through the half-open curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I was getting ready for college again. I wore a sky blue top.
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As I dressed, I caught his reflection in the mirror. He was leaning against the door looking at me. My hair was still a bit wet. My cheeks turned reddish as my eyes found him staring. "Ready Ma'am?" he spoke, is he teasing me?! I just nodded. He always carries my stuff, my gentleman.
As we reached, I took a deep breath, reminding myself of the support and warmth from last night. I hoped today would bring a better experience. Before leaving he gave a soft kiss on my forehead again leaving my all red again. I tried to hide my cheeks from him. I like this but people around looks at us!! - As I walked toward my classroom, I felt a mix of excitement and anxiety. Suddenly, a group of boys and girls surrounded me, their faces twisted into sneers. Before I could react, one of the boys yanked my bag off my shoulder while another girl grabbed my arm, pulling me to the side.
"Look what we have here," the boy said mockingly, holding up my bag. The others laughed, and my cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and fear. I reached for my bag, but they kept it out of my grasp.
"Why don't you just go back to where you came from?" the girl holding my arm said harshly, giving me a push. I stumbled, my eyes filling with tears I tried to hold back.
Despite the crowd of students around us, no one stepped in to help. I felt utterly isolated, overwhelmed by the feeling of being an outsider and the sting of their taunts. The girl pinched me leaving red mark on my wrist. I felt embarrassed in front of everyone.
After the group finally left, I sank to the floor, tears streaming down my face. My books and scattered belongings lay around me, a jumbled mess of papers and pens. With trembling hands, I gathered everything, my sobs making it hard to see clearly.
As I picked up my things, I noticed my bag was still open, its contents spilling out, but I didn't care to fix it. I managed to shove everything back inside, my hands shaking with each movement. My hair was a tangled mess, and I felt utterly defeated.
Finally, I stood up, my shoulders slumped and my heart heavy. I walked out of the college, I was not in a condition of attending classes, my bag hanging loosely and open, the weight of the day's cruelty pressing down on me. I couldn't control, my eyes were dropping tears without a stop....
