The Millionaire's Dilemma: A College Tale of Struggles and Surprises

l consider me an elder brother. There’s a reason why they think of me as an elder brother. I’ve been at this university for 5 years, and I’ve been here intentionally. I attend classes and study, but I don’t give exams. There’s no one at home to talk to about this, not that there’s no one, I have an elder sister. My mother died while giving birth to me, and my father was murdered last year. I didn’t introduce myself earlier, but I am SA ARMAN HOSSAIN Rohan, and I have another identity: a millionaire, and it’s because of that wealth that I am now a troublemaker. Now, I am heading to the university because there is an event today.

Me: What are you guys doing? Why did you come here without me? Hero: Sorry, bro, you were asleep, so we didn’t disturb you by calling. Me: You know I turn off my phone at night and turn it on after waking up. Hero: Yeah, we know, bro. Me: Have you guys had breakfast yet? Amit: No, bro.

Then we all went to the university’s canteen to have breakfast. On the way, I introduced myself. I don’t have any particular friends, but I’m close to three friends: Hero, Amit, and Shahin. But everyone calls me brother, and no matter how much I try to stop them, they don’t listen.

After breakfast, we were standing in the university field, when suddenly a few girls came and stood in front of us. One girl: Brother, we need help. Me: Yeah, what’s up? Girl: This is our friend, she’s been looking for a hostel for a few days but hasn’t found one. There are two beds empty in the university hostel, but the professors won’t give them to us. Me: Why not? Girl: They’re asking for a lot of money, and if we can’t pay... Me: What will happen if we can’t pay? Girl: I can’t tell you, brother. Me: Are they saying something bad? Girl: Yes. Me: Okay, I’ll see what I can do.

Then, I spent the whole day having fun at the university and went home in the evening. As soon as I got home, the scolding started.

Me: What should I do? I just don’t feel like it. Sister: You should go to the office from tomorrow. Me: I can’t. Sister: Look, brother, I can’t handle everything alone. Me: Then get married, and you and your husband can handle it together. Sister: I’ll marry you first, then I’ll think about mine. Me: We’ll see. I’m really hungry. Can you give me something to eat?

Then I went to freshen up. Suddenly, my sister called. Someone was on the phone, so I hurried outside.

Me: Hello, who is this? Other side: Brother, this is Humaira Imroz, we talked this morning at the university. Me: Oh, yeah, go ahead, sister. Humaira: Brother, are you doing anything right now? Me: Sorry, sorry, I didn’t remember. Humaira: Actually, brother, the girl’s house is far, and there’s no one here that she knows, so I told you. Me: Sorry, sister, I’ll fix it tomorrow. Humaira: We’re really struggling with the girl. Me: Why? Humaira: Maybe you don’t know, I live in a match, and no one cooks for outsiders here. We’re eating three people’s food for four people, and the girl sleeps on the floor at night. She’s really struggling. Me: What?! Why are you telling me this now? Humaira: I didn’t have the courage to tell you before. Me: Send me the address of your match now. Humaira: Why, brother? Me: Don’t ask, just do it quickly.

Then I took some food with me, thinking about how the girl was struggling to come all this way. I went to the given address, but the match owner didn’t let me inside. After a lot of persuasion, he agreed to let me in, but only if he came with me.

Humaira: Brother, you’re here! Me: Why can’t I come? Humaira: But how? We don’t even let an unfamiliar girl enter here. Me: Only Allah can stop me. As I was talking, I saw a girl with her head covered coming out of the room towards us. As soon as she saw me, she ran away.

Me: Who is that girl? Humaira: The one I told you about, brother. Me: Oh... but why did she run? Humaira: She’s very modest and doesn’t behave like that in front of boys. Me: Alright. Here, give her this food, and yes, meet me tomorrow at 9 am at the university. Humaira: Okay, brother.

I came back home, but I couldn’t stop thinking about that girl. It felt like she was calling me. The next morning, I went to the university, but no one had arrived. Well, some people were coming, but I didn’t know them. I was standing there, smoking a cigarette, when suddenly someone greeted me. I turned around and saw a girl in a burqa standing there...

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