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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What was I thinking when I dropped my very favorite candy with my calligraphic thank you note? I've been asking this question for the past one hour. Did he accept the candy? Did he taste it? Did he like it or not?
He would like it right? He will. But again why did I had to do this to myself? I have never ever in my whole lifetime, I've ever given that particular light blue candy to anyone except my family members. Not even Meerub!
That was a very intimate gesture from me, but how would he know!? Anyways, let's move on. I have a test today, accounts test in this very evening. Already I've given my business maths test in a very poor way.
It seemed like I wasn't right, even in one question. What will he think of me, when he sees that I have scored low. Will he be disappointed and give up on me? Or just show indifference like he always does?
It's concerning not due to my own marks but how much I care about his opinion, his contentment. So, I focus my whole concentration in the notes. It's accounts class anyways and mam asked us to silently carry on our work.
Everyone here are actually enjoying their time, even the topper. But, I can't waste this time, I have a test today. I want to cry. Seriously, why in the hell I am fretting over it! But, I feel guilty when I sit idle.
Great, that man is getting to my head with his good looks and hitler-ish glances. The class is about to end but as of now or not anytime soon I am far from being free.
Someone is outside our class waiting for our mam, but I turn my head to the book. Girl's gotta do what she gotta do, huh! But as I turn towards the window accidentally due to muscle memory, I see those beautiful eyes.
Those dark eyes I would not hesitate to drown for and sink in.
Okay, where did that shit come from?! Nothing, all this is just a fragment of my stupid, oh so stupid imagination. I'm going crazy due to my lack of sleep. That explains, why I see him everywhere.
Not due to some childish crush. That's for sure. Okay, did I really just imagine him looking at me? Just my imagination? Okay, if I didn't know better, I would say I was disappointed.
Just for confirmation, I ask Meerub," Hey, did you see someone outside our classroom." Writing her 5th page in her microeconomics assignment, she just shakes her head with a "Nope!"
Thank the lord I completed my assignments two days ago, and got it corrected. Meerub is actually copying mine, right now. Next class is Business communications and next Parvathi mam asked me to meet her.
Today, is actually a very jittery day to me. I again focus on my book. Atleast I'd have to nail this test, for sure! And make Asad Faizan my friend. Whatever it takes, I'd do it.
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I'm currently looking for our home room teacher. She is not here, but she will be here any minute from now on. So, I start to remember the rules and facts which were taught by my rude tutor.
