After college, I excitedly went to the parking area to meet Zain. I opened the door of his car and sat inside, having a big smile on my face, but my smile faded away as I saw his face which is contorted with anger. His eyebrows are lowered and drawn together, his lips were pursed and he glared at me in fury. 

What happened to him? 

Before I could ask, he turned his face on the road and started the car.

"What happened, Zain?" I'm constantly asking from him, but he is not ...