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21st September, 1993
Susan POV.
Hearing this, melted my heart. I couldn't think of anything better which could heal my heart. We just sat there for almost an hour. Then I maybe slept.
The next morning, I saw him sleeping. I wanted to go wake him up but I had a feeling of awkwardness around him. I didn't feel like waking him up so I just got ready and went.
I didn't have a single free period. Today was my Anatomy test so I was busy revising in the break as well. There was a motivation in my mind towards doing my best in this university and becoming something big. I mean I wanted to be someone who was remembered by people in one way or another but I didn't have this feeling of impressing someone but to work hard and become something by my own hardwork, strength and will power. Due to this fact, I right now just focused on my studies and not on my parents or any other person in my life. I was so exasperated by all those messes I had to face so I just focused on my education so that I can forget my past life and start a new one.
Two weeks passed by. Things changed slightly. I got to know about the university properly. I became more comfortable and used to, to this environment. And above all, I got a wonderful friend, Emelia. Plus I didn't talk to him from that day. Our timings didn't match but we did meet in one or two classes a day but we didnt bother to talk to each other.
This day, I got too tired from the hectic classes as I had a test and just wanted to sleep. So I rested for some time before going to the next class. So, as I was a little late, I had to sit at the last. Emelia was sitting in the front row. I just sat alone. After like 4, 5 minutes I saw someone rushing in the class, panting heavily. I turned my head and saw him. Shaheer.
Sir Clive saw him and turned his face from the board to him as he said, 'So is this the time to reach a class? You are whole 10 minutes late! What the hell were you doing?'
He immediately said, 'Oh sorry sir. Actually my mother is very sick and she is in the hospital so she called and I had to attend. I'm sorry if you still mind, sir.'
Sir Clive as always said, 'Yeah I mind. I don't accept your sorry. What will you do? Huh? Now go and sit. You've wasted my three minutes with your freakin' blabber.' I mean, what the hell? HE was blabbering, actually. This man is sick. But why am I taking Shaheer's side? Why am I thinking all this at the first place?
After I mentally became present in the class, I saw him sitting left to me. I gulped the lump in my throat. I didn't look at him for once. I started writing notes. As I couldn't control this urge of looking at him just once, I looked at him. I realized that he was gazing at me from very long. My heart did a back flip and I looked at Clive. The rest of the class went by me taking notes and him staring at me.
The next day I was sitting in the cafeteria with Emelia when I told her. I told her about Shaheer. Every slightest incident taken place. I trusted her because a. she was an old friend, we met here by chance and b. she trusted me from the start and told me about her life secrets. After hearing this she paused for a moment. She then said in a very understanding way, 'I know your problem. You don't want to interact with him because you have feelings for him.' I was frustrated by hearing this. Before I could react to this she said, 'And you don't want to accept this fact.' I was left dumbfounded. I wanted to argue and prove her interpretation wrong but this was somehow the truth. But I still said, 'No, you can't get it. I don't have feelings for him. He is just a friend. I just don't know.'
She said in monotone, 'Susan, you like him, you want to tell him everything you've been through. You want to even marry him one day. But, but you're afraid that he'll leave you or betray you or divorce you or something just like your parents. You're afraid of being dumped. He is your weakness. Maybe you don't love him so hard right now but you want to. You eventually will.'
