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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A humdrum weekday was desisting, ready to embrace the weekend as usual. However, the sound of getting holidays started to disturb me. Tomorrow was going be officially the last day of this academic year. The college was going to close for study leaves as the semester-end exams were approaching in less than three weeks.
I was not able to comprehend the reason for my anxiety. It may be because exams were awaiting or perhaps for the reason that I might not be able to see one particular person. And, I guess its the latter.
It was a pleasing Thursday eventide, I continued randomly scrolling through the stories on Instagram as I was jobless. Besides, what more could I even do other than wasting my time on the phone?
Shaym's profile appeared on my newsfeed, betokening that he had uploaded something. The curiosity in me didn't let me control, and I right away viewed his story. It was a 'Ask me a Question' in his story. Near his profile picture, the time was shown when he uploaded the story, and it displayed, '3s'.
Oh, crap! I viewed his story way too early.
I immediately closed my phone as I knew if I look at it a few more seconds then, I would probably ask him a question the next second. I wanted to ask a question to him as he uploaded this for the first time. Nevertheless, I decided to reply later as I didn't want my question, to be the first one. Obviously, many others may have already asked but still, I wished to have my question somewhere in the middle rather than being the first one.
Ten minutes passed, and I couldn't restrain myself anymore. Undoubtedly, I had thousands of questions to ask Shaym, and it would never end. However, I obliged to be particularly careful and wise whilst asking so that he won't feel any sort of scepticism that I have a crush on him. Furthermore, being the dumb, I decided to ask the most natural-looking, casual question which came to my mind.
"Why do you like Yamaha so much?"
My question was not a bad one, right?
For a strange reason, I was scared and felt like my question was ridiculous. I even got frightened to turn on my phone again, pondering on what Shaym would have replied, on his account. Nearly struggling after forty minutes, I eventually grabbed my phone again to check his story on whether he replied or not. My phone vibrated, indicating that I have received a message on my account. A message from him?
