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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Have you ever thought about people who'd gather in front of the exam hall, with books, murmuring some thing akin to, 'Hey did you revise this chapter, I've heard it's the most important chapter and 70% questions were being asked from that!'
And nobody questions them, 'How did you know?' Instead, they all seem to find that one chapter said by that spiritual soul who knows everything. At least, they assume theirself to be so.
The exact scenario is being acted before me, and that particular spiritual soul in the group is apparently Rishi. Bruh.
It ( on purpose. Sorry, not sorry.) seems to know the whole questions which will be on the questionnaire. Fellow classmates are gathered around him like a herd of sheep, ready to be slaughtered.
The irony...
The next is biggest crowd led by Nivi, a poor soul who was just revising the code of accounting, and a group of people are asking her, fretting over that particular question that Nivi seems terrified. He bombards her with yhose enquiry. Where did you get this question?
He was worried and ranting something particularly, 'I'd haven't even touched that', as an unwanted reply he gets.'This is going to be the first theoretical compulsory question.', from the infamous Rishi, the spiritual soul, who thinks that he is aware of everything.
Everyone heard that reply, and now, Nivi's study mat plays the role of uncovered sweet and my fellow classmates playing the role of ants and housefly, flawlessly.
There are few people who are revising quitely to themselves in hushed whispers, and few people did not even take out their mat for a glance. Also, few trying to cover the whole portion within the given 15 minutes.
You may wonder what category I may belong to?
The one checking the MCQ in the corner of the hall waiting for her friend. Yes, that is me.
Mom fed me with a lot of curd with sugar, hoping that would cut out my bad luck prospects, and I'd top the test. Their beliefs never ceased to stun me even if it didn't work that way.
That helps you with confidence, and I am not feeling that. Not even a bit.
Time to get inside the hall, am I ready?
No.
Do I have a choice instead of getting inside?
Unfortunately, nope.
I just found out Meerub's kind of students. The one who is late during the exam. I mean, her dorm is just walking distance from here. Still, she is late.
