Let Me Redeem [Completed]

Where's the admin office?

Before agreeing to go for the offer her uncle had made, Mirha of course had been a bit reluctant. There were many reasons, one of which she was trying to make less of a problem right now and the others, well, she didn't want to think about them.

Out of mind, out of life, after all.

Spending almost all of her life in a small village located in the outskirts of the capital, what little she had known about the lives of people in big cities was enough to make her nervous and think over her uncle's proposition over a hundred times. Mirha had been worried about the kind of environment that would be prevalent in the university and how it would make her stick out like a sore thumb, seeing as the institute was situated smack dab in the middle of the capital city, a sophisticated place specially designed for the rich and governing class.

While her passion for knowledge had helped her with the decision making process, it had not, in the least helped her with adjusting and fitting in once she had actually arrived here.

That freak incident three days ago was a testament to the fact of just how uncomfortable and alien she felt here.

He had had his eye on her for quite some time, she had later realized. Since he was her senior and from a different department, she had more reason to be completely oblivious of him.

He was one of those rich people who are extremely careless about their money, don't know the privilege they have, who don't particularly care about the poor but are not really unkind to them, who wouldn't be disgusted by being associated with someone middle class, but also wouldn't realize when they're throwing their money in their faces and showing off.

Also the kind who don't tolerate getting hit. Like most normal people, to be fair to him.

He had tried to make small talk with her a handful of times, in the cafeteria, the main courtyard and even once outside her class. She had hoped later he wasn't properly stalking her then.

It had started during the first month of her freshman year studying computer science, and gone well into the third, probably would have gone longer if what happened hadn't happened.

It had been a usual day, bright and sunny, busy and slightly stressful. She had been on her way back to her hostel room during a break, and he - Bilal Atiq, she had later found out - had stepped in with her suddenly, like he had done before, chatting inanely and loudly.

Once inside the building, she had tried to excuse herself when he had unexpectedly stepped closer. Much closer than she was comfortable with.

She had tried not to panic. She really had. She had smiled and shrugged apologetically, the former coming out more like a painful grimace, muttered something about really being busy, and sidestepped him.

But then he grabbed her wrist. And her heart rate had spiked up, and she was backing up and slapping him on the face simultaneously, and getting the eff out of there.

She hadn't looked back to see his expression. She now wished she had, so that she could gauge precisely his level of anger and the retaliation she would have to face.

Because it was making it difficult for her to go about with her usual routine, not knowing when and what could happen.

Right now, standing in the middle of the path that led to the building where she had her next class, and gazing around at her surroundings while nervously biting her lower lip, she was starting to feel paranoid, thinking someone would jump out at her from some corner or the other.

It had been three days. And by God, was this frightening. The longer the guy took to exact his revenge -because there would be one, no doubt about that - the worst it would be. People going in and out of the department building, sitting in the garden or going towards the parking lot, were all making her jittery.