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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The sand bag is punctured as I sad down before it, sweat dripping from my brows and body, equally. It's not an unfamiliar sight for my coach, Meredith Abraham. He's been so familiar with this particular sight.
He just roles his eyes and utters, "We had to replace it. Do you think it's a bit soon from the last you trashed?" I don't think it's necessary to reply because he also knows that it's soon.
"When is the next match?" He evades my question and answers, "That reminds me, why did you break the boy's nose? Was it even necessary?" It's again a stupid question, "I wouldn't have if it wasn't, and now answer me, coach."
He gives me an offended look but answers, "Next Sunday, that's in 9 days. Are you ready for it." I give him an honest answer, "I don't know." With that, I'm off to the locker room.
The room is filled with people who have more attitudes than their intelligence. It's just so satisfying to see them being an airhead. Walking past the crowd, I head down to the parking lot.
I stink and am in dire need of a shower. And I've to attend the classes too. But there is another creature I'd have to tutor before it. That session is to begin within an hour. This is an obligation for my recommendation letter that could get me to a good university for further education.
People's expectations never bothered me, and that includes my father, too. Who thinks he has a say in my life. Well, the old man needs to understand that it's not the case.
I reached the dormitory provided by the university to me. It sure isn't a luxurious space, but comfortable enough for two people. With the spare key, I unlock the door to see my roommate drooling in his pillow.
I ignore that peace of flesh and move towards the restroom. After 2 hours of intense workouts, it is always refreshing. Cold water washes the sweat from my body, as I recall my schedule.
Even miniscule details are not to be forgotten. I wipe myself with a clean towel and head out. It's 6:30 in the morning. I dress myself with the formal shirt and pants that have already been laundered and pressed to perfection.
I like it that way. Getting a coffee from the kitchen area, I'm off to Uni. It's 6:55, by the way, and I look for her near the stairs, and she doesn't disappoint. Standing there, fidgeting her bag straps. A book in her hand, probably revising, and it's prominent that she is nervous.
So, that explains the candy. It's a weird habit, if you ask me. I walk past that girl, as usual she notices me. "Good morning Asad, I've a doubt, actually." I don't say anything but head straight to the library.
Only this tiny dwarf of a woman calls me this and actually gets away with it. I don't want to get her to know that no one calls me that. She's oblivious to lots of rumors about me and let her live in ignorance. But, I have my doubts, too.
