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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The flawlessly crafted pretty paper hangings, assorted posters, banners, new flowerpots, a wide variety of different coloured balloons, everything was decorated all around the college, giving us the perfect festival ambience.
The much-awaited and anticipated Students Celebration day was here. We got to hear from our seniors that this was one of the best celebrations conducted by the college where students can unobstructedly perform anything according to their wish.
Considering it was a program at college, I picked to wear my new, brown-coloured abaya and my brand-new, black high heeled shoes, instead of the black abaya, which I usually wear.
I stopped gawking at the beautiful handcrafted decorations which were in every corner of the campus and rushed to the auditorium where the program was about to commence. I reached there late, but gladly, no major program started. Just those monotonous inaugural speeches were going on. I was least interested in listening to those speeches.
Even though the actual program didn't commence, the auditorium was still packed and crowded with students. My friends were nowhere visible amidst the crowd. So, I called and asked where exactly they were seating. They informed me they were on the right side of the auditorium so, I proceeded there.
I pouted looking at my friends as some sat on the seats, and some stood in the corner of the auditorium. The reason was that there were no seats left for us to sit. But we adjusted to stand in the corner and sit on the chairs taking alternate turns.
Shortly after the speeches were over, the primary program was going to start. We saw some of our senior girls, some girls even from our batch who previously stood in the corner, proceeded towards the front row. And then they sat on the floor in front of the stage. We all joined them and sat on the floor. Now, we could see everything more clearly than sitting on the chairs as we were at the front.
All the tables and chairs which were on the stage was now riddling for the dance programs, so we started talking as it could take some time for the dance programs to start. That was the time when I came to know that Ziya had a crush on a boy who was in our batch itself. His name was Ishaan Wahab, a religious introvert, tall with a fair complexion with a beard and a cute dimple on his right cheek whenever he smiled. The irony was he too was from Shaym's department. For some reason, I felt like he was also a boy like Mr Cute.
Shiril, Zuha, and Fathima were taunting poor Ziya non-stop, and we enjoyed watching them. Shiril's character was not at all like how we prophesied her to be; attitude and badass. Instead, she was extremely sweet and innocent in the inside. Her outer appearances of the straightened hair and her way of attitude walking was just her nature. She was almost similar to Ziya.
I realised at that moment that we should never judge a person by their appearance and first impressions. It was sworn that the first impression with a person you to encounter in your life could be good or bad. But that does not define their character.
