Ve ishqa

My imagination

" Main Phul Ban'na Tu Taara Sajjna
Kalla Te Kuwara Sajjna

Milna Chaun Dobara Sajjna
Fer Na La Dayin Laara Sajjna

Mitti Da Ban Dher Milange,
Haye Ni Apa Fer Milange

Kade Na Kade Fer Milaange,
Haye Ni Apaan Fer Milange "

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My imagination

Fakhir's Pov

The morning sun bathed the university campus in a golden hue as I navigated the bustling corridors, my mind singularly focused on one goal: finding Umeed's class.

She had been on my mind ever since I first Saw her, a vision of grace and quiet beauty. Today, I decided I would find a way to talk to her.

I made my way to the central courtyard where groups of students gathered, chatting and laughing.

Normally, I would have moved through the crowd with a cold detachment, indifferent to the noise and commotion.

But today was different. I spotted my friend Imran, who was known for his helpful nature.

His sister, Sara, was friends with Umeed. If anyone could help me, it was him.

"Imran," I called out, my voice calm and measured.He turned, a smile spreading across his face.

"Hey Fakhir! What's up?"I took a deep breath, keeping my tone neutral.

"I need a favor. Can you ask Sara which class Umeed is in? I need to talk to her about something."Imran raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips.

"Ah, I see. The market girl, right?"I felt a flush creeping up my neck but kept my expression stoic.

"Yes, the market girl. Can you help me or not?"He chuckled and pulled out his phone, texting Sara. Moments later, his phone buzzed with a reply.

"Room 204, the English Literature class," he said, looking up at me with a grin.

"Good luck, man."I nodded my thanks and made my way to Room 204. The hallway was quiet, with only a few students lingering near the doors. My heart pounded as I approached the classroom. Would she remember me? What would I say?I reached the door and peered inside.

There she was, sitting near the window, her profile illuminated by the sunlight streaming in. She was talking to the same girl I had seen her with at the market, her face adorned with a small, serene smile. It was a sight to behold-her smile was so beautiful, it took my breath away.

Author's Pov

As Fakhir stood there, lost in admiration of Umeed, he felt a light tap on his shoulder.

Startled, he turned around to see his friend Ahmed standing behind him, a puzzled look on his face.

"Fakhir, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in class? The lecture is about to start," Ahmed said, glancing at his watch.Fakhir hesitated, his gaze flicking back to Umeed.

"I was just... never mind. You're right. I should get to class."Ahmed frowned, following Fakhir's gaze.

"Ah, I see. You're here for her, aren't you? Umeed, right?"Fakhir sighed, running a hand through his hair.