The 3G Life

October 5 Friday 2018

I offer my Fajr prayer and thank God with all my heart. Something has happened yesterday and I have a feeling it is some indication from God Himself. I thank Him for what He does but also asked Him if what I am assuming is true. Because if it is not, my heart will be broken twice.

"Hey Amber, look behind quick," Zara urges me suddenly.

"Oh my God, am I hallucinating?" I ask in awe.

"No, he is actually real. How could he be so perfect?"

"I am actually wondering how he could be so divine."

"He is cute and hot."

I cannot argue with Zara's choice of adjectives. A guy walks through the doors today and the first thing that comes to mind was "A Hoor Had come down from Heaven". I think I fell in love with him at that instant. It does not matter if I know his name or not.

He is tall, almost 5'8 I assume. He is fair and has completely flawless skin. He has black hair and deep black eyes with intensely thick eyelashes. He has trimmed beard that just compliments his high jawline. He is the second most handsome guy I ever met.

Mohammed sir comes in quite early today. And somehow I am thankful that he does. I cannot take my eyes off him and seriously need sir to keep me in the time and place. Otherwise I will have swiftly floated out to another dimension. He even takes notice of me and though I fake confidence, I am a bit unsure of myself.

Mohammed sir calls him Aayan. So that is his name? It also sounds divine to my ears. The name seems to have any meaning for me just because of his existence. He takes out his books and copies and I cannot help but notice his hands. They look perfect and I actually do not want to touch it.

"Amber..... Amber......" Zara calls me back to conscience.

"Yeah. I am okay. So what were you saying?" I ask.

"Give me your Mensuration homework."

"Here..... I just can't seem to concentrate today."

"Yeah, because the Gold Boy had just walked in."

And this time Zara is right with her adjective. He actually has gold-toned skin. Not golden gold, white gold actually. I take a glance at him again and this time we have a perfect eye contact. I blush and look away at the moment but have to think for a while before putting my eyes in place.

"Amber, where are you lost today?" suddenly Mohammed sir asks.

"I am okay sir. Just a bit stressed," I reply.

"Well, if you want to go home early....."

"No sir, I am fine. Just give me a moment."

"Take the time you need, but make sure you are okay."

I am not going to be okay right now and I doubt I will be okay for a really long while. I cannot even think of going home just now. Not before I have some sort of conversation with him. I have not even heard his voice till now. How does it sound like?

Luckily I do not have to wait long. Aayan calls Mohammed sir and asks him to help him solve a certain problem. And their conversation actually ends for a long time for me to hear his voice to my satisfaction. He has a deep and matured tone and a somewhat manly voice.

One thing I gather that he may not be the most genius but he is a determined lad. I am thinking all this again when I glance at him and this time he returns my awkward stare with a heart melting smile. I blush and look down at my QP and smile to myself.

I have to struggle through the whole class to keep my blushing to a minimum but my body abandon all my control. I am red and my cheeks burn and I can actually feel it. Even Aadil does not have such an effect on me. Oh God, do I just think of Aadil? I have to move on.

I wonder if Aayan is noticing all of the blushing that is going on here. It will take him no moment to figure out that I am going through a post-Aayan effect. And if he just gets one peek at my burning heart right now, he will either fall back for me or just think that I am just too available.

But I am Amber. I have to win the first round always. I ask Zara to excuse me so that I can go to the washroom. I put some water on my cheek which brings them back to their original color and then walk back with all the confidence I have and stomp my heels on the way.

"Thank God, your cheeks are back to normal," says Zara.

"It was nothing. Just a little distraction," I reply.

"It looked as if your life supported on it."

"It takes much more than Aayan to become my life support."

"Maybe it did, but does it now?"

Right now, I am actually wondering the same thing. Aayan never goes out of my mind once in the last 48 hours. And all his thoughts are making me blush uncontrollably. Moreover Aadil is slowly being replaced by Aayan's thought. Does that mean that Aayan is the actual angel?

3G spirits are playing too much with my fate. My life in 3G is becoming more uncertain by the days. It feels like the old Amber is slowly disappearing in existence and a new Amber is replacing her. What does 3G have for me now? Is Aayan a reward, or just a test?