I still remember the day I first saw her. 

It still feels like yesterday when I saw her sitting there on that bench. Looking back at our wedding picture, a smile formed on its own on my face by just looking at her. 

We might be married but we are still the same as when I first saw you. Strangers. 

I like going to college unlike some other students who hate it. 

I like it not because I love reading or meeting my friends. Nor do I have any friends nor do I like to study. I like it because it makes me stay away from the house I live in.  

Studying aerospace engineering isn't easy but I choose to do it because the man whom I respect more than my life wants me to study it. It's my second year. 

It was lunch break, so the cafeteria was buzzing with students and their childish bickering. 

I hate loud noises, it irritates me. If I had to choose between a cemetery or a place filled with shitty people, I would rather go to the cemetery and keep flowers on the graves of the dead ones. 

I sighed, sitting outside on the bench of my college garden. 

The weather was warm, not like the one which will make you sweat for just staying for hours but the one where the sun shines bright with wind blowing. 

I looked around and noticed that not many people were present here, which I am glad about. 

Suddenly my stomach growled loudly, the last time I ate was yesterday noon. I checked my bag searching for some money but only to find thirty rupees only.

If I use it now then I have to walk home. 

Debating, I choose to use the money. Standing up, I started walking towards the college gate, getting out. 

In front of my university there is a new college for girls. Boys from my college talk a lot about them which is quite disturbing because those girls are just sixteen or seventeen and the boys in my college are already in their early twenties. 

I crossed the road walking on the footpath next to the girls college. 

Thirty rupees...what can I get from it? 

Suddenly I heard a loud scream, it was coming from inside the college. I looked inside the college through the gate. 

There were a few girls playing some games. 

Who screams like a fucking banshee??

Don't they have classes?? I thought again. 

Then I saw her. 

My heart stopped beating the moment my eyes fell on her. I just couldn't take my eyes away from her. 

She looks so beautiful. The two braids made her look cute but also beautiful.  

She was busy reading the book in her hands. I was busy drowning in her.  

I shouldn't be staring  at her but I can't help it. I can see from afar the acne on her face and the little mustache on her upper lip but still, she looked more beautiful than anyone. She felt too real for me. 

It felt like all the poems were about her. All the poetry was about her. I read about her and seeing her made me the happiest. 

I wonder what her eyes look like?? Are they brown? Black? 

What's her voice like??

What's her name??

I wanted the time to stop so that I could look at her forever. 

Suddenly the girl turned towards her right, facing away from me, as another girl came towards her. 

They talked for a while and then the girl got up making me frown. 

Dusting her uniform she started walking with her friend.

The need to see her again ignited in me but then I realized what I am.

My heart felt like someone squeezed it hard. I am not someone she will be with. 

I am no one. 

I am just Waqar Ahmed, a broken boy living in someone else's life, someone else's dream, nothing much or less. 

But still I wanted to see her. Suddenly watching her from afar felt too right for me. 

She doesn't deserve to be someone who doesn't even have money to eat. 

I looked at the thirty rupees in my hand and then at the place where she sat. 

Not feeling hungry anymore I kept the money in my pocket and went back inside the college.  

I looked up when my office door opened slowly. 

Warmth filled my heart already knowing who it would be. 

"Suno...doodh." she said softly, closing the door and coming near me and kept the milk on the table.  

(Listen...milk.)

Then her eyes fell on our wedding picture. 

She smiled looking at it, her smile...it always did things I couldn't describe. 

I can do all the crazy things if she promises to smile like that for me. I swear I could even dance like a crazy monkey if she smiled like that. 

"Where did you get it?" She asked, looking at me. 

A blush formed on her cheeks as she found me already staring at her. 

"I had it with me." She nodded and looked at the picture. 

We don't have any pictures of our wedding nor any videos. This picture is the only thing we have. 

I looked back at the picture.  

She looked scared in it, her face was all red and puffy due to all the crying she did before we got married. 

It wasn't her fault. I made her cry like that. 

We stood there in silence looking at the picture, taking her hand. I made her sit on my lap comfortably and kissed her forehead. 

I love you. 

I whispered to myself.

I hope you liked the prologue. Stay tuned for more.