Maha couldn't help but admire him as she walked by, his dark hair perfectly framing his milky white, handsome face. His eyes, so captivating, seemed like they held entire universes within them. To her, he was nothing short of an angel—someone too perfect for this world. Even after seeing him every day, her heart fluttered with the same excitement as the very first time. She couldn’t stop herself from falling deeper in love with him, day after day.
As Maha wandered through her thoughts, lost in her daydreams while walking, her friends, Rina and Ashu, approached from behind, pulling her back to reality.
Rina: “Oi! There you go again, daydreaming, huh?”
Ashu: “You don’t even need to ask, Rina. That’s exactly what she does every time she sees him.”
Maha sighed softly as they all sat down together. “I can’t help it, guys,” she confessed, her voice tinged with a mix of frustration and affection. “It’s just so hard not to fall for him. Just look at him—he’s like a masterpiece crafted by God Himself.”
Rina: “Girl, I’ve heard boys go on and on about their girlfriends’ features, but you’ve taken it to another level. Here you are, talking about your crush like he’s the most precious piece of art.”
Ashu: “Maha, let me ask you this—how would you take care of him if he were yours?”
Maha’s expression softened as she spoke from the heart. “I would care for him the way a mother nurtures her child. I’d shower him with the love he truly deserves, pampering him like he’s my little boy. And when I have the means, I’d buy him anything his heart desires. I just want to spoil him with my love,” she finished, a gentle smile lighting up her face.
Ashu: “Dude, you know something? He’d be the luckiest person in the world to have you. I can tell you’re not just saying this for show—you’d really do all of this if he accepted your love.”
Rina: “Yeah, seriously. But for that to happen, you need to tell him how you feel. Only then will you know how he feels about you.”
Maha’s smile faded slightly as she looked down. “You both know why I haven’t done that. I’m scared he’ll reject me because of my body—my biggest insecurity.”
Ashu: “Maha, stop being so hard on yourself. You’re not just chubby, you’re cute! You’re perfect just the way you are.”
Maha: “You might call it chubby, but I—and everyone else—call it fat. If I’m so perfect, then why haven’t any boys shown interest in me? No one’s ever looked at me the way they do at other girls.”
Rina: “Remember this, Maha: Cheap products attract a lot of buyers, but the most valuable items can only be acquired by those who truly appreciate their worth.”
Ashu: “Exactly. You’re a Queen without a crown, and not everyone is worthy enough to be the King of a Queen like you.”
As Maha absorbed her friends’ words, a small flicker of hope ignited within her, though it was quickly overshadowed by her doubts. She had always admired him from afar, but the thought of confessing her feelings felt like stepping into the unknown—a place where rejection loomed large.
The assembly soon came to an end, and the three friends gathered their things and headed back to class. Maha, however, couldn't shake the conversation from her mind. As they walked, she noticed her crush standing by outside his class, engrossed in conversation with one of his friends. Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly averted her gaze, hoping he hadn’t noticed her staring.
Rina: “You okay, Maha?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.
Maha nodded, forcing a smile. “Yeah, just…nervous, I guess.”
Ashu: “Listen, you don’t have to rush into anything. But if you ever decide to tell him, we’ll be right there to support you. No matter what happens.”
Maha felt a surge of gratitude towards her friends. Their unwavering support meant everything to her, and it made the idea of confessing a little less terrifying. But still, she couldn’t shake the fear of what might happen if she took that leap.
Later that evening, as Maha sat at her desk, attempting to focus on her homework, her thoughts kept drifting back to him. She imagined what it would be like to finally tell him how she felt—to see his reaction, to hear his response. Would he smile and say he felt the same way? Or would he gently tell her that he didn’t see her in that light?
The anxiety gnawed at her, but so did the longing. She wanted more than anything to be close to him, to share her world with him and be a part of his. But how could she, when her own insecurities held her back?
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Wow feeling a little proud for getting to write this episode longer than before😅. So let's hope I can keep it up like this. Hope you guys love it ❤️
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RomanceA fat teenage girl's one sided love story with an other religion boy. Did she confessed it to him? Did he accept her love? Did both their religion became an obstacle in their story? Let's see 😜
