Numaira Bilal Shareef, an 18 year old student pursuing her education in a university, known for cheerfulness, an extroverted, kind girl who loves her family more than anything and everything.
She did not expect that she'd love someone other than he...
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Buzzing crowd, students chattering noises, walking around the campus, basically being a busy body. As I walk through the campus entrance of the DNU, I think of the sleepless nights I spent to get a scholarship here. Even though my scholarship offers 50% coverage to my tuition fee, I am thankful.
Basically, I was an average student whose idea was to choose a group for pure money making place, commere seemed to cut it though. I was ready for any course which shall bring me a lot of money with humble attempt. So, Commerce seemed a nice choice. Never had any passion or interest in those subjects.
It's safe to say, never had interest on any subjects. But literature shall take the cake if compared to other subjects. A strong yet warm hand pats my head, making me come out of my head. "Abbu, I'll try to make you proud. Well, not like bhai, but I'll try. But don't worry about me, I'll be perfectly safe."
"Numi, I've always been and will always be proud of you, bachoo. And if you need anything means anything, I am just a ring away. Allah will always be with you, love. Be happy. Your Abbu is still here, so leave those responsibilities and pressure to me and enjoy. Remember the rule, Numi!"
"Sure Abbu, don't forget to miss me and I'll come home by bus during the afternoon. Inform Mi Jaan, too, even though I already informed her, and yes, I have my buspass, emergency fund, and cellphone locked in the bag. Allah Hafiz Abbu!" I wave my hands at him and enter the campus with steady steps quite contradiction to my innerself. My hands are clammy and slightly shivering.
I head to the administration office and get my schedule and ID card. Room no. 25 Block F, that's where I have to be for my first class.
Approximately after 10 minutes I reach the building. Big campus would be an understatement when I first saw the campus. It's enormous, though. Admiring the view, I enter the F block specifically built for the Commerce and Business department.
My first class Financial Accounting is about to commence in about 45 minutes, on the first floor, which means stairs. With slightly fidgety steps, I reach the classroom. I noticed 4 staffrooms and a lot of classrooms on my way. My eyes have always been used to confined space, so this seems genuinely beautiful to me with a lot of trees surrounding the campus. I love it here.
Classroom isn't locked so I make my way through the seats and take a seat on the first bench at the thrid row and anticipate my introduction part, well atleast I'd have to fake it till I make it, confidence that is. But, I am ready for this. I'd have to make the best of it, absolutely no doubts there.
20 minutes before the class, I see a girl with long black hair in a red top and blue jeans enters the class with confident steps. She's owning it, absolutely beautiful with white watch on her well, right wrist. Is she a left-hander or something? " Umm, yes." Shoot! Did I just say that loud?
I wish I could disappear... Noticing my embarrassed state, she chuckles and sits next to me, placing her bag at the desk and offering me her right hand. "I'm Meerub , 1st year B.com( hons)"
"Me too, same with English language." I smiled due to her welcoming attitude. I like her, she is beautiful and she knows that, and also a left-hander. I want to be her friend, and I can only hope she'd think the same too, at least not be creeped out by me.
Slowly, the classroom is filled with students by groups and individuals. Then, the HOD of Commerce enters with a woman clad in light green color saree approximately my mom's height that is 5 feet tall enters with an assertive look enters the classroom. Students fall silent as the man starts to speak.
"Good morning, students. Hope you're getting settled well and, yes, myself, Prathap Trivedi - Commerce HOD, and this is your homeroom teacher, Ms. Parvathi Mathur, your financial accounting professor for the current semester. All the best for your classes and follow the timetable and if any changes in classroom numbers you'd be informed. Do not worry about it. Any problem? Consult your professor and let it be known to the office, or you shall contact me too. Behave properly. Any doubts? Well, I shall take my leave. Carry on Ms. Mathur. Good day to you all."
With that, he is out of the room. " Good morning to you all. Let's skip the intro parts and move on cause I can't remember people's names when I first hear it. So, by the time you'd all remember each other during, we checked the attendance list. Now, have you all got the study mat ready?"
She continues to enqire in a soft tone which could be heard throughout the class. Where most people answer with yes, mam, few mumbles a no. Meerub is also one of them, so I decided to share the book with her. She smiles at me as I return back the same.
Hmmm, ok, I guess I'll enjoy the time here, and being all nervous was simply unnecessary, at least I hope so. As the class comes to an end, Ms. Mathur takes the attendance, and thank god she pronounced my name correctly.
I already like her because no teacher has pronounced my name rightly. I can hear Meerub murmering my name to herself. It sort of feels nice when someone tries to pronounce your name correctly, that effort, that's what matters to me.
See, my bestie detecting skills are just fine. I'll brag about this to Inaraa and Hasadh. The next class is English Literature, feeling not so nervous, me and Meerub walk through the left corner to reach Room no. 33, which has been allocated to English Lit.
"Welcome students, this is your first day, so I'm about to excuse you all for your tardiness, but this shall not be repeated again. Take it as a warning!" A man in late 50's sitting in his seat grunts in an irritated demanor. Well, well, someone is not in a good mood, huh?
"Actually, he is 3 minutes early..." Meerub drawls in a sarcastic tone that my eyes widen like saucers. "Keep quiet, girl! What if he hears us?" "Umm, probably understand his mistake, and he may apologize?" " Or is the egoistic of being wrong not to throw us out in the first class?" I replied with sarcasm too, my mom better be proud of me trying here!
She looks at me with amusement. "Ok, let's take a seat, girl, don't worry, we're not going anywhere, but let me tell you, this class shall remain our lullaby period". I tried to control my smile at that, as we hear, "What are you girls smiling at? Care to share?"
We both say "nothing, sir" simultaneously. "Then why aren't you seated?" He raises his voice, geez. Why so serious!
Well, I'd only hope Meerub was wrong because within 20 minutes to the class, I already feel sleepy. Maybe my sleeplessness took a toll on me or Mr. Sandeep Verma is a lullaby dressed as an English professor...
