Loving a Princess

5. What just happened there?!

Who on earth walks so haphazardly and would be so clumsy to literally step on someone's foot whilst walking? I was about to give this person a piece of my mind when I looked up at them, but the second I did, I looked back down, with my mouth sealed tightly.

"Uh, I'm so sorry. I really don't know how this happened, but I'm really very sorry to step on your foot," I heard him say. I was pretty sure he was looking down too because if someone looked at me, I could always feel it, even if I wasn't looking at them.

"It's okay," I managed to say, whilst looking down.

After this simple exchange, I stepped aside and walked away. I lifted my head, releasing a breath I didn't know I was holding.

Oh. My. Allah! What just happened there?! I thought.

I know that as soon as my eyes met this guy's face, I lowered my gaze immediately. Yet, I caught a glimpse of this guy's face and for some weird reason, it was still imprinted on my mind. To say he was handsome would be...an understatement. He was gorgeous. With a tan complexion, similar to mine and my brothers', he had light brown eyes, under thick dark eyebrows like those of my siblings, black hair, and a trimmed stubble-like beard. I was tall, but he made me feel short due to his own height.

I muttered "Astaghfirullah" immediately. This was the first time I had caught someone's features from the first and only glance at them! Why was that? I mean, I had attended school where there were boys. I had always lowered my gaze there, but even if by any chance, I caught a glimpse of their faces, I would never remember their features like that! And never had I ever found a guy handsome in my life apart from dad, and as much as I would grudgingly admit, Asif and Arif. So why was this guy a different case? I immediately felt so guilty. Yet, I knew I had lowered my gaze so I wasn't at fault. I just hoped I wouldn't see this guy again because he would most certainly be a fitnah for me if I kept on seeing him. He was, to me, different from all guys.

I saw a group of students crowded somewhere, and ignoring my nerves, I walked towards them to question them about the orientation. In the group, there were five girls and three boys. Obviously, I decided to speak to one of the girls. A girl with light brown hair and green eyes looked in my direction so I walked up to her.

"Hey, uh, I'm a freshman and I wanted to ask about the orientation. So do you have any idea where I should go?" I asked.

"Oh, hi. Well, we're second year students but you should go to the office. All freshmen that have reached already are gathered there," she told me. She then gave me the directions to the office. I thanked her and left.

Once I reached the office, I met a group of about twenty students that were already there.  I joined them, muttering 'hi's to the girls who looked in my direction. As we waited, I decided to look around. I observed my surroundings. The waiting area outside the office was huge. This is where the Dean was. I was pretty sure that the Dean was going to come and give us a speech and all. It was quite a nerve-wracking wait, and I was relieved to hear the office door open. I looked in the direction of the door, but instead of seeing someone who would be the Dean walk out, the same guy from earlier on walked out.

My heart went on an overdrive as I immediately looked away. What in the world? I ended up seeing him again?! Why?

I couldn't take it anymore. I wasn't here to literally start feeling weird around a strange guy. I was a straightforward Muslimah who was here to study. GVU was my dream. Why should this guy affect me?

Yet, if I would keep on seeing him, and my heart would react like that, and my mind would be all jumbled, and I would have to put maximum effort to look away, then this guy was going to be a problem for me in both, my studies and deen.