The girl arrived at her new university with hopeful eyes. Among the crowd, she noticed a girl— attractive ,stylish, and confident—surrounded by others. That must be Isha, the popular influencer famous on TikTok. Beside her stood another girl, perhaps her best friend—Maria the model and brand ambassador of Riuqa brand.
Pakhi gathered her courage and approached them with a polite smile.
"Hi! I'm new here," she said, trying to sound cheerful.
Isha gave her a smirk and replied mockingly, "Congrats."
She flushed, a little embarrassed. "Actually, I'm looking for my class."
Maria rolled her eyes. "Then go look for it. Why are you talking to us?"
"I just… I don't know where it is," Pakhi said hesitantly. "Could you please help me?"
Before they could reply, Isha's phone rang. She glanced at the screen, then nudged Maria. Without another word, the two walked off, completely ignoring Pakhi.
Left alone, she sighed and continued on her own. As she wandered the corridors, she stopped near a classroom. Through the half-open door, she saw a group of boys, roughly her age, sitting stiffly—like scared hens. Curiosity tugged at her, but a strange fear crept in too.
She peeked through the window.
Inside stood a tall, muscular boy with straight hair and a crisp white shirt—he radiated authority. He was clearly ragging the students.
One of the boys stood up, trembling.
"Qasim sir! We promise we'll never disturb you again when you're talking to anyone—especially your sister. We're really sorry."
Her eyes widened. So that's Qasim…
Qasim glared at them. "You should be sorry. This university is a place of respect. Don't even think of dating here or ruining someone else's reputation. People like you don't have any respect to begin with—don't go messing up the lives of those who do. I hate the word dating."
Another boy, voice shaking, pleaded, "Sir, we won't. Ever. But please… spare us."
Qasim's voice thundered, "No. You deserve more punishment. No one can spare you from Qasim Rahman!"
Her heart twisted with pity. She had been taught to walk away from trouble, pretending she didn't see anything. But memories of her own school days—of being bullied and ignored—flashed through her mind. She took a deep breath and hurried to find the principal's cabin.
Moments later, she stood at the door.
"May I come in, sir?" she asked softly.
"Come in," came the voice from inside.
The girl stepped in and introduced herself. "Sir, I'm Pakhi. A new student here."
"Nice to meet you, Pakhi. How can I help you?"
She hesitated. "Sir, Do you know someone named Qasim?"
The principal raised an eyebrow. "There are many Qasims in this university. It's a big place."
"I mean... Qasim Rahman."
"That narrows it down a little," he replied. "Still, there are a few. Can you give me more details?"
Pakhi took a breath, closed her eyes, and tried to describe what she saw. "He's a few inches taller than me and has dark brown eyes. Straight spiked up black hair. Wearing a white shirt black coat And…" her voice dropped, almost embarrassed, "he has very attractive eyes with some kind of innocence that can be noticed by few only ."
The principal watched her carefully. There was a subtle change in her tone—almost dreamy. She snapped out of it, awkward.
"Okay," he said, clearing his throat. "And why are we looking for this... Qasim?"
"Because he's a bully, sir," she said quickly. "He was bullying innocent boys just now. Please take action. Maybe he's done now, but I still think he should be questioned."
The principal nodded. "Very well. You may leave now."
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Moments later, the principal was storming across the campus.
"Qasim Rahman!" he shouted. Students turned, hushed whispers buzzing around them. All eyes landed on Qasim.
Qasim stepped forward. "Dad? What happened?"
"That's my question!" the principal snapped. "What happened to you? Ever since that girl Hasina left, you've become more and more aggressive!"
"Can we not bring her into this, Dad?" Qasim's voice was low. "Just tell me what I've done."
"You bullied the new students!"
"No, Dad. I don't hurt innocent people anymore."
The principal's eyes narrowed. "I know how much damage you've done in the past. Thank God for that new student—at least now I know what you're still up to. You're suspended. One week."
"What?!" Qasim stepped back. "You're trusting a random girl over your own son?"
"Yes!" his father roared. "Because I know your past. I can trust anyone—except you. May Allah bless that girl."
He turned and walked away.
How dare she? That girl—who even is she?
Maybe he is rude, maybe he is someone people are scared of . But the boy doesn't hurt the innocent anymore. Everyone knows him—the son of the college owner. Even the seniors are scared of me.
And now even his Dad trusts a stranger over me? A girl?
He knows he doesn't like any other girls in my life except my love Hasina. The guy only ever loved —Hasina. His childhood sweetheart. But Qasim lost her because of a mistake I can never undo.
Now, he spends time with his friends Danial and Shehwar.
Inshallah, one day he will find his Hasina again.
But this girl—this stranger—has crossed the line. She'll regret this.
After thinking all this to his mind,
Qasim was furious. Determined to find the girl who'd accused him, he stormed into his father's office.
"I want her name!" he demanded. "The girl who complained about me!"
The principal stared at him coldly. "Do you think I'm a fool? So you can ruin her life?"
"No, Dad! It's not like that. I just—"
"Shut up!" his father snapped, cutting him off. "You're suspended. Or have you forgotten?"
The boy clenched his fists and walked away. He went to the only place that still gave him peace—the quiet part of the jungle, where he and Hasina used to spend time. He carried her old diary and their childhood photo album there.
Now, the whole university was buzzing with gossip. Who was the mysterious girl who dared to stand up to the monster—the owner's son?
No one was more desperate to find her than Qasim Rahman himself.