Soz-e-yaaqin | Love Shots~

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T ᕼ E hustle and bustle of college campus during the break wasn't a new thing. Many girls and boys stood in circles discussing the annual assignments for the internal marks that had the students on their feet until they completed them.

Sitting under a tree on a bench, she sighs as she fixes the dupatta on her head. The blue organza dupatta covered her beautiful dark brown hair, which was secured in a loose braid. A few strands peeked out, brushing against her soft cheeks. Her perfect cupid bow nude lips formed a frown; she was having a big debate on how to do this assignment in her mind.

"Noor Jahan!" She heard her best friend's voice calling her as she looked up from the book to give her a breathtaking smile, which managed to make a person stop and admire her. She was the epitome of beauty.

Her best friend, Deeba Mirza, is the daughter of a well-known man, Faram Mirza, a politician from a Highly respected family.

Noor had always envied her for her free nature and carelessness. She was crazy when she was with Noor. Always having mischievous plans and habits.

"Arre Noor Jahan! Why's your face so tensed?" Deeba chirped as she plopped herself beside Noor. Her highlighted hair bounced on her every move, another thing that Noor envied. Noor had always made sure to cover her head with a dupatta so that no one judged her, but Deeba? Oh, she didn't care about people, she made her own rules.

"The assignments Deeba! Mera sar fataa ja raha hai!" Noor cutely groaned, pouting at Deeba, who chuckled and pinched her soft cheeks,s, making them slightly red.
[My head is thudding and about to burst open]

"Chill, Noor Jahan. When Deeba's here, no fear!"

She sighs at her best friend's antics.

"Waise assignments number konsa hai tumhara?"

"Ummm, it's 15, I guess—yeah, it's 15!" Noor said rechecking her assignments as Deeba cheekily smirked

"You know? Zayn ko bhi 15 number Mila hai"

"Toh? What do I have to do with that?" Noor asked innocently raising her eyebrows as Deeba giggled

"Arre, shayd tumhari madat karde woh. Puchne mein kya harz hai?" Deeba wiggles her brows and nudges her shoulders as Noor groans and sighs.

"Not again Deeba!"

"Whyyy? He's always gazing at you, whether it be class or break and oh! Look he's already looking at you" Deeba squeal quietly pointing at a direction when Noor saw him.

Zayn malik, the handsome bachelor of college, who had everyone's eyes captured by the way he treats people. Always with kindness and gratitude. There was no doubt that he came from a well-known Pakistan family as well, who would literally buy anything and everything with only one command. Tall, lean, broad shoulders, Clean shave with his dark brown hair which were always gelled perfectly, and a studious kid.

Even Noor knew that, she did agree that he was literally very handsome. But the thing which Deeba said just now would always remind her of who she was.

Zayn was a feather while she considered herself as mud. The mud which could ruin anyone by its stain.

Mud and feather didn't go along well.

No one knew from where Noor belonged to, and if they knew they won't leave a second to judge her for who she was. She could sense the embarrassment and stares of people if they knew about her, so she kept quiet.