The Grey Point of View

ZAHRA MALIK SHAH

"Oh no! Why is he coming towards me? ", Zahra was just returning towards the main gate after submitting her assignments when she spotted him, Dhulkarnain Shahid, her senior and heart throb of Excellence University, the best university in Bahria town approaching with a red rose in his hands. She was aware of his growing interest in her seeing him almost daily outside her Law department while him being in CS major. But she had no idea that he would do such a stunt owing to how oblivious he has always been to the 'Oh so obvious' glances of the girls.

"No, no what do I do and why the heck are there so many people around today? "

She was anxious and she might have been sweating too but her brown abaya was able to hide it.
She was beautiful and you don't need to see her face to know that. She tries to hide it with that dark chocolate-colored abaya lengthening her entire figure with bell sleeves showing only an inch of her fingers.
While most girls preferred Chiffon hijabs with solid colors, she went for Crinkled Cotton with multiple prints on it. And again wore a black plain mask instead of the nosepiece.
Though she did hide herself, she made sure she looked appealing.

We should never take our looks for granted and we must look graceful no matter if we're chitchatting with our cousins we've grown up with or if we're going for our workplaces.

Zahra's POV

Looks have a great correlation with how people treat you. Everyone who looks good is taken seriously by people no matter if they even deserve it or not. (Harsh reality check).

Now you must argue "What about the ugly? " I'll answer that I was never talking about your features, your color of skin, whether you have the perfect body mass, or if you have a beauty spot in the first place.
I was referring to the dress you adopt, the energy you carry, the way you walk, the accessories you're embedded with.
These things are always in your control and they play a key role in giving an impression.
And Zahra Malik Shah made sure all of this screamed. 'ELEGANCE and GRACE'

End of POV

But it was her eyes, her Brown almond eyes with thick eyelashes that would compel you to add an extra glance.
Courtesies to those eyes, a tall guy with thick hair is stepping towards her. And she had no idea how to stop him. She was sure she isn't doing the 'rejection thing' here in front of so many people.
No matter how much of a stone-hearted woman she was, she believed Breaking one's ego is far more cruel than breaking one's heart. She kept nothing above her EGO and she always made sure she doesn't break anyone's as well unless, of course, it becomes necessary. She wanted this to end as fast as it can.

She is almost ten steps away from him and she has to do something. She clenched her first hard "Owww", she screamed in a low voice and there she had put on that smirk of hers.
She placed the phone in front of her as fast as she can and dialed the call button to the first recent contact of hers, Ayaan Rashid.
She put the phone over her ears pretending it was another Christmas tree she surpassed and not a beautiful guy with a red rose in his hands.
Her two friends, Samaira and Izzah came into view out of nowhere, and seeing their lit faces, it wasn't hard knowing they were among the spectators of the drama along with those guys hooting "Poor guy " wearing that wicked smile of theirs.
Zahra was no less than Usain Bolt and no less ignorant than deaf and dumb then.
"Zahra, look at him, he's raging", Samaira said.
"Yes, look at him once, look back, look back!! ", Izzah added.
"At least tell him nicely to back off", Samaira insisted.
Zahra did feel bad for him, she tried her best to not make it embarrassing for him but poor guy called it on himself.
Zahra rotated her neck to the back but stopped midway, looked straight at her friends,  and reminded them,

"ZAHRA MALIK SHAH DOES NOT LOOK BACK"🍃