A story of an eighteen-year-old girl who had a huge crush on her college senior.
Naiza Rehman is a typical 18-year-old girl who loves to talk and interact with people. She is a very friendly person and talks to almost everyone in her college apart f...
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Today, the hours were flying extremely fast. Within a blink of an eye, it was already the time for the lunch break. But we stepped out from our class a little late than usual as we had some notes to complete, and the Azaan(call for prayer) was calling. Issa and Shifa had completed their work early, so we told them to eat without waiting for us as it would be a waste of time. We hurriedly scribbled down the notes and strolled outside the classroom as our lunch break was almost getting over.
The rest of us, Jina, Anna and I, thought to pray first and then grab something to eat without delaying any more minutes. But we were sure that there won't be any time left for us to have lunch and recklessly strolled to pray.
The Masjid was crowded as usual as everyone was gathered after hearing the Azaan and having their lunch. The three of us finished our Zuhr prayer in less than seven minutes. Abruptly grabbing our bags and wearing shoes, we rushed out from there without wasting a second as there were only a few minutes left before our next class started.
The Masjid was situated on the left side of the road, where the main building was on the middle and had a small narrow path on the left side of the Masjid, which was the girl's side for prayer. The main gate is the same where the boy's and girl's enters and exits.
We were all running down the narrow path when suddenly, Mr Cute came out from the Masjid with one of his friends. He walked in front of us, unaware of our presence. We had no other way but to follow behind him as the walking path was like that.
Jina and Anna slightly started teasing me because all of a sudden, I was acting strangely out of the fear that I would do densely stupid things. I walked moderately at a slow pace so that I was not right behind him and kept a little distance. But my friends being on their best behaviours, they were teasing me and telling me to bump into him and to create some dramatic scenes.
I have some overdramatic, cloak-and-dagger type friends.
Glaring at them for their excessive cinematic suggestion, I said nothing as replying to them at that time was not at all a good option and for some reason, I felt numb like always, maybe because of his presence in front of me. I was even frightened to utter a word brooding that my voice would be too loud when I speak something, which would make him turn back to look at us and me.
Without a warning, he halted his step. At that moment, I panicked thinking, 'Did he hear us talking about the drama plans?'
I lifted my gaze from my friends and glanced at his posture to know why he stopped walking. Thankfully, to my surprise, the reason he stopped walking was not because of our voice.
One of his friends came from the opposite direction and was now talking to Mr Cute and his other friend. He and his friends' backs were facing us and blocking our way to college. We stood there behind them on the footpath as in the right side was the main road where buses and other vehicles pass, and we were on the sidewalk heading to college, which was the only path leading towards our college.
