Basil continued to make sure that I spoke to him once atleast in his every class. The topics he chose to teach revolved around stuff I needed right now to be honest. The lectures were based on living your life, counting your blessings and being happy. Yes, they did have an effect on me and yes, they partially succeeded in getting me out of my trauma and my melancholic nature was slowly drifting. Slowly but steadily, I was reviving. Reviving from my depression.
But all this still failed to let Basil make space into my heart. Yes, my heart yearned for true love but my experience denied me to give in to my feelings. They would eventually go away. I tried my best to avoid getting lost into his eyes, avoided every thought of him that threatened to enter my brain, avoided every thing that would somehow remind me of him. Lately, I had been avoiding some of my favourite things like coffee as well because they were his favorites as well and yes, this had caused my family to raise their brows in suspicion.
Strangely, I had been smiling a lot more, laughing a little extra and cracking a few jokes. Everyone seemed surprised but quickly masked their surprise with sheer glee. Of course they were happy, so was I. I was slowly becoming my old self.
Lost in my thoughts and a silly smile on my face, I was walking towards the front gate of my college to return home when a white sedan halted in front of me.
It was Basil yet again. So much for not having his class today.
"Get in Myra"
"And why would I? Planning on kidnapping me once again?"
His eyes widened for a second but he smirked right after and spoke, "If you don't get in then sure I will. I might have given up on the bad stuff but old habits die hard and don't doubt my skills, they are still present. "
Shocked, but stable, I started walking away. "Come-on Myra I am serious. Don't make me force you to. "
"What makes you think I would willingly sit in the car with you."
"Our friendship. That little bond between a teacher and a student that we shared but in this scenario, you being my teacher, for it was you who guided me towards Islam.
For those 3 month's sake which changed my entire life. For Allah's sake. Please. Just once."
My brain denied but my heart couldn't and I went and sat in his car.
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