Part -3 : The Night of Fear and Fate

“Hey Megh, there you are! The Dean’s been looking for you everywhere.”

Fahad hurried over, slightly out of breath, a proud smile tugging at his lips.

“And by the way, you were incredible today. Seriously — like a professional anchor! Everyone’s praising your hosting.”

Megh lowered her head with a shy smile. The ceremony had ended a while ago, but her heart felt heavy. Throughout the entire function, she’d been searching for one person — Barshan.

But he hadn’t shown up.

Now she stood alone in the quiet corridor, waiting — hoping he’d appear.

But the silence stretched on.

Maybe he’s still angry, she thought bitterly.

Her mind replayed the argument. The way she’d spoken to him — it wasn’t right.

She knew Barshan hated when she belittled herself.

He would always tell her, “No matter how you see yourself, to me you’re my ‘Mayaboti.’ Never say things that make me doubt your faith in my love. It hurts me — as if you think my love is pity.”

She had promised never to say such things again.

And yet… she had.

Maybe that’s why he was angry enough to disappear.

Lost in thought, Megh walked down the corridor — and suddenly crashed hard into someone.

The impact jolted her. Her temper, already frayed, snapped.

“Can’t you see where you’re going?!” she burst out. “Do you walk with your eyes on your forehead? What if I’d fallen — would that make your day better? Honestly, where do people like you even come from!”

But the moment she looked up, her breath caught —

It was Mr. Kim Tae Ha.

Everyone around them froze, eyes wide in disbelief. Megh’s mouth went dry.

“I–I’m sorry, sir,” she stammered, voice trembling. “It was my fault. I didn’t see—”

Mr. Kim turned to the man beside him and asked calmly, “What is she saying?”

The assistant translated quickly, “Sir, she’s apologizing for bumping into you.”

Mr. Kim frowned slightly. “Does it really take that many words to say sorry in Bengali?”

His assistant tried not to laugh. “Yes, sir… apparently it does.”

At that moment, Ohona appeared, searching for Megh — only to find her standing face-to-face with Mr. Kim himself.

Her jaw dropped. Her heart skipped a beat.

For a moment, she forgot why she’d even come. She just stood there, staring, completely dazed.

Mr. Kim walked past them without a word, but Ohona remained frozen, eyes following his retreating figure.

Megh tugged her hair sharply. “Stop staring like a lovesick fool. He’s gone — close your mouth!”

Ohona blinked, sighed dreamily, and whispered, “Even from behind… he’s perfection! Girl, if I could just get that man—”

“Enough!” Megh clamped a hand over her mouth. “For heaven’s sake, control yourself! What kind of language is that? You’re a medical student! People will think we’ve lost our minds!”

Ohona rolled her eyes. “Oh, spare me your lectures, Miss Morality. Just because we’re med students doesn’t mean we’re aliens! And for the record — I really like Mr. Kim.”

She looked upward dramatically. “Oh Allah, if You brought him into my life, I’d thank You every single day.”

Megh looked at her gently. “We often ask God for many things, Ohona, but He doesn’t always give us what we want. Do you know why? Because He already knows what’s good for us. He gives only what will bring us peace — not destruction. So never lose hope if you don’t get what you ask for.”

She smiled faintly. “Always be grateful. No matter how tough life feels, there are people who’d trade everything just to live as we do.”

Ohona groaned dramatically and touched Megh’s forehead. “Enough, wise mother! Keep your philosophy for tomorrow. Let’s just go home before night falls.”

Megh smiled. “You go ahead. I’ll talk to the Dean first — don’t wait for me. I’ll go home with Barshan.”

Ohona frowned. “But he’s not even here! It’s already dark, Megh — just come with me. I don’t want you walking alone.”

Megh chuckled softly, patting her cheek. “My sweet grandma, don’t worry. Your house is farther away — go with Fahad.”

Ohona followed her gaze — Fahad was waiting by the gate.

“There’s your hero!” Megh teased.

“Oh please,” Ohona smirked. “He’s not a hero — he’s the villain standing between me and Mr. Kim’s love story!”

They both burst out laughing.

Later, Megh stood quietly before the Dean’s desk. He looked stern, his brows furrowed.

“Where was your mind today, Megh?” he demanded. “Do you realize what you did? While putting the badge on Mr. Kim, you looked completely distracted. Luckily, he didn’t react.”

Megh lowered her eyes. “I’m sorry, sir. It won’t happen again.”

His tone softened. “You’re a brilliant girl, Megh. I want to see you become a great doctor someday. But brilliance means nothing without discipline. Learn to stay focused.”

Megh nodded. “Yes, sir. I’ll remember that.”

The Dean smiled faintly and handed her a fountain pen. “This is for you. You did well overall.”

Then his voice grew thoughtful. “And Megh — humility is good, but not in excess. Don’t always walk with your head down. Some people might mistake your gentleness for weakness. Learn when to bow — and when to hold your head high.”

His words lingered as Megh walked out into the night.

Hours passed. The campus was empty. Megh stood by the gate, waiting… still no sign of Barshan.

The night breeze carried an eerie chill. Her phone was dead.

Regret filled her chest. If only I’d gone with Ohona…

Finally, she hailed a taxi. The driver looked rough, his gaze unnervingly sharp.

Something felt off.

Moments later, the car stopped abruptly in the middle of the highway.

“Engine problem, madam,” the driver muttered, stepping out.

But Megh wasn’t fooled.

Before he could turn, she grabbed the wrench beside her seat and swung it hard — it hit his head with a dull thud. He collapsed instantly.

Without looking back, she ran.

Branches scratched her arms, her breath came in gasps — but she didn’t dare stop.

Not now. If she stopped, she’d die.

Her legs burned, lungs screamed — until she saw a car ahead, and a man fighting off several attackers.

Without thinking, she screamed, “Don’t you dare come any closer! Step forward and you’ll regret it!”

The thug laughed. “Oh really? And what exactly will you do?”

Before he could finish, Megh pulled out her pepper spray and blasted it straight into his face. He shrieked.

In seconds, she sprayed everyone — chaos erupted.

Grabbing the injured man’s hand, she yelled, “Run!”

They sprinted together through the dark, stumbling into the woods.

It wasn’t until she flicked her lighter that she saw his face —

Mr. Kim Tae Ha.

Her stomach dropped. “Oh my God—”

He blinked painfully, still blinded by the spray. Megh quickly poured water over his eyes, murmuring apologies.

The light of a torch flickered nearby — the thugs were searching.

Kim grabbed her hand urgently, gesturing to hide.

But she froze — until suddenly he lifted her effortlessly into his arms.

Before she could scream, he kissed her — a desperate attempt to silence her cry.

Her eyes widened in shock.

They ducked behind a dense bush.

Megh’s pulse raced; she could feel his heartbeat against hers.

When the danger finally passed, Kim whispered, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

Megh glared, furious but silent — because what was the point? He barely understood Bengali.

When he finally asked, “Why did you spray me?” she snapped, “Ungrateful man! I saved your life — and you’re complaining about your eyes?!”

Then muttered in Bengali, “That’s why they say never help two-legged creatures like him!”

Kim looked confused. “What did you say?”

Megh forced a smile. “Nothing, sir. Just… curious why those men wanted to kill you.”

He sighed. “I have no idea. I just arrived in this country today.”

Megh frowned. “No one attacks without reason. There’s something behind this.”

She noticed the bruises on his arms and legs. “Here, take this painkiller.”

He blinked. “Do you carry an entire pharmacy in that bag?”

Megh laughed softly. “In our country, women have to carry everything — for safety.”

By dawn, the forest was filled with birdsong.

When Megh awoke, Mr. Kim was gone. Panic gripped her chest — until he returned, standing before her.

He extended his hand. “I owe you my life, Megh. Let me at least take you home.”

She hesitated. “It’s okay, sir. I can manage.”

But he insisted, and eventually she agreed.

When they reached her house, Megh froze — the yard was crowded with people.

Her aunt, Dilara Begum, stood at the door, face twisted in fury.

“Don’t you dare set foot in this house!” she screamed. “You spent the night God knows where — now come back pretending to be innocent? You shameless girl! There’s no place for you here!”

The words hit Megh like knives.

Mr. Kim watched silently, his jaw tightening — but said nothing.

And Megh stood there, trembling, as the world she knew began to crumble around her.

🌙 To be continued…

[okay, so English is not my first Language, please pardon any kind of mistake 🙏🏻

and thank for read my story🌷💜]

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