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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He has the keys to the library. Yes, he casually swinged his hands into his right side pant pocket and fetched the keys like he owned it.
And he very casually strides into the room, with utter ease and turns on the lights. Morning sun slowly rises, and it's such a beautiful sight.
The whole library is lit by that soft yellow glow, and this view couldn't get even more beautiful as he walks with confident steps.
His physic is so majestic, or maybe I'm just really short. 5'4 isn't that short, right?
Yes, it's not that short. He is just unnecessarily overgrown.
We moved to the spot where he was seated yesterday. He sits at the chair adjacent to me on the left side.
Behind me, the window and that beautiful view can be seen, so all I can see is his face shining in sunlight. He checks his titan watch, which seems to be old but neatly maintained.
It's 7:20, shall we begin or would you like to wait until 7:30? He questions while flipping through his financial accounting study material.
"Let's begin now itself. If that's okay with you?" He doesn't say anything or even acknowledge my question with his nod.
"Page number 7, Financial Accounting, the notebook you have alloted for this subject and your required writing material."
I take it all, but I heard, "Quick Ms. Shareef, " and I dropped my materials due to that voice. His fragrance could calm me, not his voice.
And I think I heard an emotion in that. Something akin to irritation, perhaps?
Bug off, who cares, he's about to have fun from me the moment I start to get invested in this class.
Five days to go, apparently. Then, I may find someone who'd be kind enough to respond to me rather than ignore me.
"So, what is your perspective on the Financial Accounting, Ms. Shareef?" That's what he said, paying no heed to my clumsy drop materials.
"Please don't call me that." I'm requesting this. I don't like that at all. Am I here for a job interview or something?
Well, if he is my interviewer, I'm cent percent sure I wouldn't ever get the job, even in my last breath.
"Answer, Ms. Shareef." Did he not hear me! "It's a basic function of business to see whether it gains or loses. That's why we mainly account our transactions."
"So, that is your perspective on financial accounting. Now, Ms. Shareef, tell me, how do you reach the university from your home?"
He inquiries with a neutral face. Is he satisfied with the answer I gave him. I don't even know.
So I again answer, honestly.
"By bus. So, you get a certain amount from your parents as bus fair, isn't it?"
