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Neelam Munir as Ayesha Suleiman. 👆🏻

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Yesterday Me, Ayesha and Nicole had a lot of fun. We watched movies, played games and Nicole told us about the hot boys in school. Me and Ayesha don't have that social circle but she does. She knows almost all the students of our school and especially the boys.

Right now I am standing in front of my mirror tying my hair in a pony tail and wearing my Hijab. I applied my lip balm and grabbed my bag. I went downstairs and found Wali standing by the door as usual. I gave him an apologetic smile and after kissing my Mum we left.

"Allah Hafiz." I smile and hug Wali. He smiles back and I hopped off the car.

I wondered where Ayesha and Nicole were today. As I reached my locker my eyes widened and anger boiled in me.

What I saw was a boy with his back towards me and a girl pinned on the locker as they were kissing. The boy had curly hair and he was taller than me.

"Aham?" I cleared my throat.

"Shut up." The boy groaned.

"I'd really appreciate if you two do your business somewhere else because it's my locker." I said trying to be polite.

The boy turned around and I immediately stepped back because he was too close. He glared at me and then took her hand, pulling her with him.

"Idiots." I said as I saw them walking away.

"Hey! What was that?" I hear Nicole say. I turned to face them. Nicole and Ayesha were standing their with confusion written over their faces.

"That idiot was kissing a girl, here." I pointed my finger telling them where he was standing.

"Oh! Hey you know he was that boy I was talking about. The new boy. He's hot right?" Nicole said and Ayesha slapped her shoulder.

"Nic not now please." I huffed.

"Okay okay sorry." She said raising her hands as if surrendering.

After that encounter I met my friends in the cafeteria. I bought some salad and apple juice.

"Hey, Pari looks like you stole someone's heart." Nicole smirked and I glared at her.

"What are you talking about?" Ayesha asked.

"There. That new boy is checking you out Pari." She pointed at her left with her eyes. Me and Ayesha looked there and saw that 'new boy' staring at us or me?

"So what? His eyes I can't do anything." I hissed.

"So what? Really? Pari an insanely hot boy is staring at you and you are saying so what?"

"First he is not hot at least I don't find him hot. And second I don't care if he is staring at me." I said taking a bite of my salad and glancing at that boy who is now busy talking with the same girl he was kissing today.

"Okay, you are lying but I'm not gonna say anything Pari. I love you." She smiled cheekily and I rolled my eyes at her.

"I hate you." I laughed along with Ayesha.

"Same to you." Nicole says.

"Back to you." I said proudly.

"Forward to you." Nicole says with a smug smile.

"Nobody loves me." Ayesha pouts.

"Awww ash I hate you too." Nicole says and we all laugh.

I glanced up at the 'new boy' again and found him staring at me again.

The rest of the day in school passed taking my classes and thinking about that boy. Why he was staring at me?

He was hot.

What? Pari shut up! He was not hot. Some one deep inside me says.

Yes he is.

No he is not. Shut up and go to home.

He had bright green eyes and chocolate brown curls. He was definitely one of the boys I will call beautiful or hot. The Zayn group was also hot. Zayn, Liam, Niall and Louis. They were all very arrogant and intimidating. Girls try their best to get a simple smile from them and I bet they love this attention.

When I reached home I offered prayer and went to my room without taking lunch to sleep. I was feeling tired I don't know why.

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When I woke up it was 4:16 pm. I shot myself out of the bed and ran to bathroom to prepare myself for the prayer. I was already late.

After offering prayer I recited Holy Quran and then I went downstairs.

"Pari?" Mum called.

"Yes." I replied as I entered kitchen.

"Wali is outside and he left his phone here. Can you get him back?" She asked and I nodded.

I grabbed my coat and covered my head with a scarf. As I opened the door cold breeze hit me causing me to hug myself. I walked down the streets for few minutes until I found two figures walking. I knew it was Wali because of the jacket he was wearing but I didn't know who was with him.

I ran to them and tapped Wali's shoulder while catching my breath. He turned around along with the boy.

What the?

I found a pair of green eyes looking at me. What is he doing here with my brother?

"Pari? Everything okay?" Wali asked, concern apparent in his tone.

"Yes..umm...Mum wants you back home." I stuttered, averting my eyes from the curly haired boy.

"Oh. Well Harry this is Pari...sorry Parisa, my sister and Pari this is Harry, our new neighbour. Remember? I told you." Wali said and I look at the boy who is again staring at me with a smile on his face.

Oh! He has dimples. Shit!

"Hi, nice to meet you." The curly haired boy says in his raspy voice with a smirk dancing on his lips as he stretched his arm to shake hand with me.

"Nice to meet you. Okay Wali lets go now." I refused to shake hand with him and looked at Wali, mentally begging him to go.

"Yes. Bye mate, nice meeting you." Wali says and hugs the boy who is now looking at me with a smirk over Wali's shoulder.

"C'mon!" I groaned but to not sound rude I forced a smile.

"Yes my beautiful Pari." Wali smiles amd puts his hand around my shoulder.

He usually gives me these nicknames and I don't mind because it's cute but right now I want to slap Wali.

"So..how do you know him?" I asked trying not to sound curious.

"When I got out of the house he was also leaving and I realised he is our new neighbour so...I just chatted with him." He peers down at me since I'm shorter than him. I fake smiled.

"Oh." was all I could say.

He is now Wali's friend that means I'll be seeing him more often. Ugh!

Pari he is also your neighbour and you know how much your Mum loves neighbours.

Oh no! Mama will consider him as her son as soon as she meets him and that means he will be coming to my home.

No no no!!!

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Thank you to anyone who is reading.

All the love as always. :)

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