hameed is determined, intelligent, studious and caring son of his mother.
He always looks after his mother in the absence of his father.
His father is a reputed businessman in Mumbai, always busy in world tours, foreign clients and with his favouri...
The first day of college is one of the happiest day for all young guns. But, hameed's day was horrible because his father slapped his mother without any reason. My life is nothing but a hell, he said to himself.
Everyone wants 3G in their life, Good family, Good friends, Good environment,
But every G is missing in hameed's life Hameed was used to it.
Wake up babu wake up, it's time to college, Sara (mother of mother) said to handed.
No moooooom, He replied.
Why r u doing like this, she asked him.
OK don't start right now, he replied.
A beautiful room consist of varieties of flowers mainly roses and white lilies. No one is allowed to touch those flowers without his permission. His muscular, his blue eyes amidst with his moustache and beard.
He entered the classroom wearing a T-shirt along with a blue tight jeans it suited his masculine body. He is damn charming and dashing looking like a Bollywood hero like Salman Khan.
He was supposed to sit with his friend muzammil who is his cousin but the faculty ordered everyone to sit according to the roll numbers. Every boy is happy because the majority is girls hence there is more chance of sitting beside a girl rather a than a boy. There heart is dancing, mind is singing and the face is glowing except hameed's.
Hameed sat according to his number but one seat is empty in front to him and only boys are sitting beside him, he felt relaxed because he is a very shy boy not even talked to any stranger girl in his life, waiting for a perfect girl.
A girl entered the class wearing a beautiful chudidhar suiting her casual look but the most attractive one. Her unfolded hair waving in the air she is adjusting it continuously the most killer move. No one can save themselves from her murderous look, it mesmerized everyone including handed.
Go and sit there ma (pointing out the seat) ,the faculty asked her. She sat in front of hameed.
Her long hairs touching his face.
How smooth it is, he felt.
Sorry my hairs irritated you, she said.
She gave a smile which penetrated hameed's heart like an arrow.
May be now he is in the seventh cloud of the world.
No it's okay, he said.
Assalamu alaikum (greetings in Islamic literature), she greeted.
Walaikum Alaskan (return greetings), he replied.
What is your name, she asked.
My name is Mohammed hameed and yours.
My name is Ayesha parveen and I am from film city, Bandra.
Great I am from Andheri east!
Friends, she asked with a smile.
Yes sure, he replied.
The conversation started like this and continued till the last Bell. Everyone is jealous both boys and girls because hameed is the handsome guy and Ayesha is the beautiful girl in the class. So, boys jealous of hameed and girls are jealous of ayesha. But, they didn't take care of those things.
They lost in each other's words and this is the most important thing in love.
OK bye take care, she replied.
OK bye have fun ayesha, he replied.
What Ayesha....! What was that, she asked him with a smile.
Ayesha...! Is your new nickname, he replied.
OK hammee, she replied.
Your phone number, he asked.
Don't even think this in your dreams, she replied with a smile.
OK fine, one day I will have that and you only will give me that, he said while laughing.
I am waiting for that day, she nodded.
I will drop u ayesha, he asked.
No thanks my daddu(father) will pick me, she replied.
OK fine, he ended the conversation.
This is my happiest day in my life, he said to himself.
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