I'm sure you've heard a lot about unrequited love, but what if I say there exists an unwilling love, hidden somewhere between the echoes of silence and the whispers of the heart's secrets? A love that fights to stay buried, yet yearns to be discover...
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Love and hate are the two sides of the same coin.
The shadows and light of the same painting, two faces of the same mask and the two paths in the same forest.
All it takes is one flip, a change in vision, perspective, and the emotion is completely reversed.
But is it really that simple? To hate the one you love.
Why am I even talking about hate, anyway?
Oh right, because that's the only emotion left in Yusra right now.
Why? Let's find out.
She wouldn’t call it a particularly pleasant day, especially since it began with a conversation with Zumar. Though she was happy to talk to her, the content shared was far from uplifting.
So, no, it was not a great start to the day.
But Maha was there with her, lifting her spirits throughout the morning. Yusra was grateful for her presence. Class had just ended, and since Mehjabeen was late for some reason, Yusra took the time to fill her in on all the concepts covered and shared her notes.
Clicking quick snaps of those pages which were written by Yusra during the lecture, Maha kept her phone aside.
"Thanks for this, Yusra. You’re a lifesaver," Mehjabeen said, sounding genuinely relieved.
Yusra waved it off with a smile. "No problem at all. Just make sure you go through them before the next class. Dr. Ahmed hinted at a quiz, he also asked me to tell you to meet him"
Mehjabeen groaned, but nodded. "What for?"
"I don't know, I think it's about the drama club you signed for"
"I see. I will go meet him and get back to you" she informed as they packed up their things and headed out of the classroom.
Yusra couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that had settled in her chest. To lighten it she entered into the washroom and splashed a few drops of water on her face.
Just then, a group of girls burst in with their chatter exceptionally loud. It was this volume that allowed her to overhear their conversation.
"Are you sure it was just a practice match? Because from what I've seen, it looks more like inter-college finals or something," one of the girls said, leaning towards the mirror to touch up her makeup.
This floor was reserved for freshmen, so these students were also in their first year. Yusra pretended to be busy adjusting her hijab.
"Yes. I think something's wrong...he's all bruised but refuses to stop," another girl responded.
"Chill, it's just basketball," someone else said, causing Yusra to snap her eyes towards them. Who were they talking about?
The girls now noticed her presence and seemed taken aback to find her there, clearly not expecting it. "Who are we talking about?" Yusra asked, trying to sound casual and not intrusive.
