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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Yes, he definitely isn't a girl, I just confirmed with that voice he spoke.
The light scone and the little amount of sunlight cascading through the window illuminate his face.
His face was gorgeous, and by gorgeous, I mean it.
He is beautiful, with that ebony eyes surrounded by thick, I stress thick lashes and his right amount of eyebrows, that sharp nose, and that lips.
Perfect fullness to it and his sharp jawline enunciates that it is a sight for sour eyes.
God took his time to create this specimen.
I'm almost jealous, scratch that, I am jealous as a jellyfish when I notice his hair.
Jet black tresses moped in a neat manner, except one unruly strand slips to his forehead.
That kind of commendable barnet works are to be admired shamelessly. And I obliged without any sense of shame.
"Ms. Shareef?" Oh god, please don't speak with that baritone because I may get my first ever crush on you!
"Ms. Shareef, are you there?" That's it, I've got to speak now!
"Yes, yes. I'm completely fine." Well, did he ask I was fine? But how would I know, I was busy gawking at him.
"No, I didn't ask you if you were fine or not. Now, if you may cooperate, we shall complete the task in hand unless you have other plans, I may take my leave."
"Yeah, sure." With that, I take a seat at the next table.
"Ms. Shareef, take a seat here, I'd have to show you my schedule for the week so that we could decide the appropriate timings. Don't make it even more bothersome than it already is."
Bothersome?! Okay, he is rude.
"I heard that last part, too," he replies nonchalantly, "Good. That's the purpose. Now shall we proceed."
Am I speaking to a rude AI or something. He's so formal. "Yes, sure, go ahead."
"I've heard that your Business Maths and Financial Accounting subjects were hard for you to cope with and that you're in dire need of help in these subjects. Which days are you available, Ms. Shareef?"
"However, you may find convenient for you." Poor guy seems to be in dire need of help too otherwise how would he want to work with me? So I can adjust.
"Very well then. I'll be available on Monday, Wednesday evenings that are from 4:15 to 6:30, Tuesday and Thursday from 7:30 to 8:45 am. Is that fine with you? And yes, every Saturday you'd have to write a test on both subjects, that is from 7:30 to 8:45 am and 3:00 to 4:00 pm."
