Admiring from afar
Start with aShort Introduction
Asra the main character was the younger of two sisters, with Huma being her elder sibling. Though they were sisters by blood, their bond went far beyond that. Huma was everything to Asra her mother when she needed comfort, her father when she needed guidance, and her best friend when she wanted someone to share her secrets with.
Their relationship was the kind that made people smile; it was built on love, understanding, and trust. They didn’t need anyone else because they had each other
At asra house
in the morning
Asra stood in the living room, glancing at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time. She was already running late for her first day at Mumbai University. The excitement of it all should have been overwhelming, but she couldn’t help but feel a little anxious. She searched for her bag and phone, tossing things around in a hurry.
“Huma! Appiii!” Asra shouted, frustration creeping into her voice. “I’m getting late! I have to go!”
From the kitchen, her older sister, Huma, , still focused on making her breakfast called back . “Wait, first eat your breakfast!”
Asra, barely registering the request, was already moving toward the door. “Noo! I don’t want to be late on the first day! I’m going...” She was out of breath but determined.
Huma, her calm but loving sister, appeared from the kitchen with a slice of buttered bread in her hand. “Wait, at least eat this buttered bread!” she urged.
Asra paused for a moment, then grabbed the bread from her sister’s hand. “Okay, give!” She took a bite quickly, barely tasting it as she rushed.
Huma, looking at her younger sister with a knowing smile, sighed. “You always do this late, then rushing like this...”
Asra stuffed the last bit of the half bread in her mouth, offering a quick smile. “Hmm... bye. Love you!” With a flying kiss in Huma’s direction and half a piece of bread still in her hand, she dashed out of the house.
The street was chaotic as usual, but Asra wasted no time. After only a moment of hesitation, she flagged down an auto rickshaw, which was empty. She climbed in, relieved for a second to sit by herself, but not for long. As she settled into the seat, a middle-aged man climbed in and sat next to her, occupying more space than necessary.
She shifted uncomfortably, trying to make herself as small as possible, but he kept edging closer. She gave him a small, soft nudge, but he didn’t seem to notice. Asra shifted again, this time slightly more insistently, but he just didn’t seem to care.
To her surprise, the boy who had been sitting beside the man observed the situation and took action. He stopped the rickshaw, signaling the driver. “Uncle, you sit beside me. I’ll sit in the middle,” he suggested politely. Asra was confused at first. What was he doing?
The man reluctantly moved, and the boy settled into the middle seat with such ease that it made Asra feel more comfortable. He didn’t touch her once. His simple but respectful action made her smile inwardly, and she felt an odd sense of relief. He wasn’t like the others who had no regard for personal space.
As the rickshaw pulled up in front of the university, Asra handed over the money, glancing at the boy and noticed he was wearing a bag ” Was he also a student ? She wondered, but before she could come in any conclusion , he spoke up.
“Miss,” he said, his voice steady, “you have to fight for yourself. Not everyone is a good guy, and you won’t always be treated right.”
Asra blinked, surprised by his bluntness. She nodded slowly, unsure of how to respond. But his words lingered in her mind
She had just entered the college campus, walking behind the boy from the rickshaw. She couldn’t help but wonder .was he also a student here? She followed him inside, her curiosity growing.
She stopped just inside the gates, watching him talk to a group of boys. “What are you guys doing?” he asked, his tone casual.
“Nothing, just ragging,” one of the boys replied.
“That’s not right,” he said, shaking his head. “We should be welcoming the juniors, not scaring them away... W..
The friend cut him off and said with little high tone “Don’t you remember what our seniors did to us?
Now, we have the power to do the same, and you’re stopping us?
No. I don’t want them to feel what I felt.” the sweet boy replied
One of the boys scoffed. “Why are you always so good?”
He smiled, his expression soft. “Because of my mom,” he replied simply.
The group chuckled, “he can never become a #bad boy”... They tease him
and Asra, watching from a distance, felt a small smile tug at her lip He was different. His kindness and positivity were obvious, and it made her heart warm.
She turned toward the classroom, her thoughts still on the boy. As she stepped inside, she glanced around, unsure where to sit. She was a little nervous, but soon enough, she spotted an empty bench.
Asra took her seat, feeling a mix of excitement and unease. Just as she settled, a girl sat next to her. “Hi!” she said brightly.
Asra smiled softly. “Hi.”
“I’m Isha. And you?” the girl asked eagerly.
“I’m Asra,” she replied. “Nice to meet you.”
“You don’t have any friends here, do you?” Isha asked, her voice full of curiosity.
“No,” Asra answered, feeling a little shy.
Isha kept talking, telling Asra all about her day and her thoughts on the campus. Asra just listened, happy to have someone to talk to but still a little lost in her own thoughts.
After the lecture, Asra’s attention was drawn to a group of boys playing volleyball. She stopped for a moment, and her gaze went to the same boy she met earlier was playing too so she continued watching the match with excitement
Isha noticed and grinned. “You love volleyball?”
Asra hesitated. “No, I don’t know much about it.”
“So, why are you standing here?” Isha asked, her tone teasing.
asra muttered to herself “actually because of that boy!
Huh?! Confused isha asked
“nothing ! ....I think..... I’m getting interested in it,” Asra said while rubbing her neck
“Woah, I love volleyball!” Isha exclaimed. “I’ll teach you how to play. So, which team do you support?”
Asra glanced at the court, where the teams were playing fiercely. “I support the blue team,” she said with a smile and thought in her mind,
of course because that cute boy with the number 17 on his shirt is in blue team
Isha nodded enthusiastically. “Nice! They’re playing well. The boy with the 17 on his shirt is a really good player.”
Asra watched him more closely, feeling a small flutter in her chest. Yes, he is perfect, she thought, completely captivated by his skill.
The crowd around them was cheering. “Sheriyar! Sheriyar!!” they shouted.
Asra smirked to herself, her cheeks flushing slightly. Sheriyar... nice name, she thought, a shy smile creeping onto her face.
The boy, Sheriyar, seemed to glow in the spotlight, and Asra couldn’t help but feel drawn to him. Her heart raced as she realized she was already thinking about him more than she should.
After the practice match ended, asra looked at isha and said with a wide smile
“It was a nice match, right?! That boy played very well,” Asra said, slinging her bag over her shoulder and glancing back toward the court.
Isha followed her gaze and nodded. “Yeah, he’s got skills.
Did you see that last shot?
“Yeah it was amazing” Asra exclaimed
Isha nodded and suddenly looked at her wrist watch “ahh I’m getting late!
I have to go now..See you tomorrow!”
“bye!” Isha said cheerfully, waving as she walked off.
" Alright Bye,!” Asra said, adjusting the strap of her bag as she pulled out her phone.
She dialed her sister, Huma, and held the phone to her ear while pacing near the court. “Hey, can you come pick me up? Yeah, I’m done now. Thanks!”
A little while later, Huma arrived in the car, leaning out the window with a grin. “Hop in, superstar!”
Asra chuckled, sliding into the passenger seat. On the drive home, Huma glanced at her sister. “So, how was your day?”
“It was nice,” Asra said, leaning her head back against the seat.
“Did you make any friends yet?” Huma asked, throwing her a quick look.
Asra smiled softly, fiddling with the strap of her bag. “Actually, yeah. I don’t know how, but I made a friend. Her name is Isha. She’s super talkative, but she’s really nice too. I even got her number.”
“Wow, look at you making friends already!” Huma teased, nudging her playfully once they reached home.
Later, as Huma busied herself in the kitchen, chopping vegetables for dinner, she called out, “What do you feel like eating tonight?”
Asra, lounging on the couch, was lost in thought, twirling a strand of her hair. “Hmm... anything,” she said absently, her mind far away.
Huma glanced at her from the kitchen. “Anything? You’re easy to please today,” she joked.
But Asra didn’t respond. She was staring at the ceiling, her thoughts swirling around him.
He’s so sweet, she thought, her heart fluttering slightly. I’ve never met anyone like him before in my life.
“Earth to Asra!” Huma called, snapping her out of her daydream.
“Huh? What?” Asra said quickly, sitting up straight.
“Your phone is ringing, and you’re just sitting here daydreaming!” Huma teased, shaking her head as she walked back into the kitchen.
Asra blinked, realizing her phone was buzzing beside her. She picked it up and answered, “Hello? Assalamualaikum. Who’s this?”
A playful voice came from the other end. “I’m that boy!”
“What? Wait... stop it, Isha!” Asra exclaimed, immediately recognizing her friend’s voice.
“Haha! You weren’t scared, were you?” Isha teased, laughing loudly.
“No, of course not. I know your voice too well,” Asra replied with a small smile. “So, why did you call?”
“Nothing serious. I just wanted to talk to you and give you a piece of advice,” Isha said, her tone suddenly sounding mischievous.
“Advice? What advice?” Asra asked, curious.
“Be on time tomorrow!” Isha said dramatically and then immediately hung up, leaving Asra staring at her phone.
“She can’t be serious,” Asra muttered, shaking her head with a small laugh.
Time skipped quickly, and Asra was in her room later that evening, flipping open her daily diary. She picked up a pen and started writing about her day, carefully noting the match, her conversation with Isha, and her lingering thoughts about him.
“Asra, come downstairs!” Huma’s voice echoed from the kitchen. “Your favorite dish is ready!”
“Yes, I’m coming!” Asra called back, quickly closing her diary and running downstairs.
Her face lit up when she saw the steaming plate on the table. “Woah, noodles! Thank you, Appi!”
“Don’t mention it,” Huma replied with a grin as she served herself.
At Night
When the two sisters, Huma and Asra, went to bed, Huma quickly drifted off to sleep. But Asra remained wide awake, her thoughts swirling. She stared at the ceiling, replaying the day’s events in her mind.
“I was wondering why Appi sent the car for servicing, leaving me to take an auto,” Asra thought. “But because of that... I found him.” She blushed, rolling over in bed. “Ahh, now I get it everything happens for a reason.” She giggled softly and suddenly remembered, “Wait! I didn’t thank him for today!” I will say tomorrow
" in sha allah “!
Next day
at college after the lecture end
Determined, asra leaves from the classroom, but before she could step outside, someone bumped into her, and she fell hard, scraping her knee.
“Oops, sorry,” said the girl who had pushed her.
Asra glared at the girl, feeling her anger bubble. The girl didn’t even bother to help her up. Just as Asra struggled to get up, a hand appeared in front of her. She looked up and froze. It was Sheriyar.
Flustered, she ignored his extended hand, quickly stood up on her own, and bolted.
After bolting from the scene, Asra quickly hid behind a nearby wall, her heart racing. She peeked out cautiously, her gaze falling on Sheriyar, who still stood there, looking utterly confused.
He glanced around at the people nearby and said, “Help others if they want help.” Then, shaking his head slightly, he muttered to himself, “What’s wrong with her?”
Asra watched him from a distance, feeling both embarrassed and flustered. She leaned against the wall, trying to calm her racing thoughts, but her cheeks burned cherish red
At Home
Asra limped into her room, wincing.
“Ahh, it hurts,” she murmured, rubbing her leg.
Huma, noticing her discomfort, asked, “How did you get hurt, Asra?”
“I just slipped,” Asra lied, trying to dismiss the incident.
Huma placed a hand on her forehead and sighed, “Asra, you’re so clumsy. Take better care of yourself!”
Just then, Asra’s phone buzzed. It was Isha calling.
“What happened? Are you okay?” Isha asked.
“I’m fine now,” Asra replied. “I was heading to the library when a girl pushed me, and I fell down.”
“Who was she? If I’d been there, I wouldn’t have let her off so easily!” Isha fumed.
“It’s fine, Isha. I don’t want to make a big deal out of it,” Asra said, trying to calm her friend.
“Fine, but if I see her, she’s going to hear from me. By the way, will you come to class tomorrow?”
“Yes, I’ll be there,” Asra assured her.
“Alright. Take care. Bye!”
“Bye,” Asra said, ending the call. She sighed and lay back on her bed
. After a moment, she reached for her diary, the one place she could pour her heart out. She opened it to a fresh page and began writing.
“I don’t know why, but I love watching him from afar... yet, I get so nervous whenever it comes to talking to him. Today, I got hurt so badly I couldn’t even stand. But the moment I saw him, something changed. I don’t know how, but I stood up by myself and ran away. My heartbeat was louder than my pain.”
She paused, her lips curving into a shy smile. Asra blushed as the memory of Sheriyar offering her his hand replayed in her mind. Her fingers lightly touched her cheek, still warm from the thought.
“Why does he have this effect on me?” she wrote, closing her diary gently.
Next day..
Asra got ready for college despite the slight ache in her leg.
“Why are you going to college when you’re still hurt?” Huma asked, concerned.
“I’m fine now, Appi. Don’t worry,” Asra replied with a reassuring smile. “Bye!”
Huma shook her head but didn’t stop her.
At Sheriyar’s House
Sheriyar stood in the kitchen, carefully preparing breakfast for his mother. The aroma of freshly made parathas filled the air.
Sheriyar was his mother’s only child, and their bond was special. His father had been an abusive man, often hurting his mother, both physically and emotionally. Determined to break the cycle, his mother had poured her heart into raising Sheriyar to be nothing like his father.
She taught him the importance of kindness, respect, and empathy. Her dream was for Sheriyar to grow up to be a gentleman a true “green forest” of values and virtues, ensuring his future wife would live a life of happiness and peace.
As Sheriyar placed the breakfast plate in front of his mother, he said, “Mom, your breakfast is ready. Tell me how it is.”
She took a bite, her face lighting up with pride. “Perfect, as always. You’ll make someone very happy one day.”
Sheriyar smiled. “Thank you, Mom. Enjoy your breakfast. I’m heading out now.”
“Bye, beta. Take care,” she said warmly.
“Bye, Mom. And don’t worry about dinner tonight we’re going out together.”
His mother smiled and waved as he left. “Okay, beta. Have a good day!”
At college
Asra was walking across campus when she noticed Sheriyar sitting on a bench, petting and playing with a small, fluffy cat. His gentle smile as he scratched behind the cat’s ears made her heart skip a beat.
“Aww, he’s so sweet,” she whispered to herself, unable to look away.
After Sheriyar left, she couldn’t resist going over to the cat. Kneeling down, she began to cuddle and pet it.
“Bhoo!”
“Ahh!” Asra jumped, startled. She turned to see Isha laughing uncontrollably.
“Isha! You scared me!”
“I know!” Isha grinned mischievously. Then her eyes fell on the cat. “Wait, is that your cat? It’s so cute!”
“No, it’s not mine, but I couldn’t resist petting it,” Asra replied with a smile.
Just then, Sheriyar came walking back towards them. Isha noticed him first.
“Oh, hi, Sheriyar!” she said brightly.
Sheriyar smiled back. “Hi, Isha. How are you?”
“I’m good! So, when’s your volleyball tournament?”
“It’ll be soon,” Sheriyar replied, his tone warm and friendly.
Asra stood silently, her mind racing. “Wait... they know each other? Since when?!-
After Sheriyar left, Asra turned to Isha, her curiosity bursting. “How do you know him?”
“Oh, I messaged him on Instagram to ask about volleyball,” Isha said casually.
“You found him on Instagram? Can you share his account with me too?”
“Of course!” Isha smirked. “I’m a detective. I can find anyone on social media.”
“Alright, Detective. Now let’s study,” Asra said, rolling her eyes.
Later that day, Asra hesitated but finally sent a follow request to Sheriyar on Instagram. She anxiously waited for him to accept.
When the notification popped up that he had accepted her request, she nearly squealed with excitement.
Opening his profile, she saw a few pictures he had posted some of him playing volleyball, others with friends. She liked his posts but stopped herself from commenting.
Her fingers hovered over the keyboard. “Should I?” But she chickened out, closing the app with a shy smile.
Time skip
Asra silently admired Sheriyar every day. She liked all his posts, watched all his stories, but never mustered the courage to message him. Instead, she observed him from afar whether he was in the canteen, playing volleyball, or simply walking across campus.
Each night, she poured her feelings into her diary, writing about every little moment she saw him. In her prayers, she asked for him, dreaming of a future where they might be together. She often stood in front of the mirror, creating imaginary conversations with him, pretending he was there.
Her quiet admiration didn’t go unnoticed by her best friend, Isha.
“I know you love him, right?” Isha teased one day, catching Asra off guard.
“What? What are you saying? No, I don’t!” Asra denied quickly, her cheeks flushing red.
“Don’t lie! I’ve seen you watching him so many times.” Isha smirked. “It’s okay to love someone, you know.” She winked playfully.
Asra hesitated before admitting, “I don’t know if it’s love... but I do love to watch him, and I can’t stop thinking about him.” She blushed deeply, her voice soft.
“So why don’t you just tell him how you feel?” Isha suggested.
“No! I can’t. I get so nervous whenever he’s around,” Asra said, shaking her head.
“Well, I can tell him for you,” Isha offered with a mischievous grin.
“Don’t you dare! That would make things even more awkward.”
“Then what’s your plan? Just watch him from afar forever?”
“No,” Asra whispered. “I want him to be my husband.”
Isha stared at her, confused. “Wait, so you like him, but you won’t tell him, yet you want to marry him? How does that work?”
“I’ll figure it out myself,” Asra replied firmly. “Just promise me you won’t tell anyone about this. Anyone!*”
Isha rolled her eyes. “I can hear you, Asra. No need to repeat yourself. Fine, I won’t tell. But since you’re so hopeless, I’ll help you find out more about him. Like, if he has a girlfriend or something.”
“You think he has a girlfriend?” Asra asked nervously.
“I don’t think so. He seems like such a simple guy,” Isha reassured her.
“I agree. I’ve never seen him with anyone like that,” Asra replied, a hint of relief in her voice.
“But,” Isha added with a smirk, “he does have one bestie.”
Asra’s smile faltered. “Hmm, I’ve seen her too.”
“Oh no, someone’s jealous!” Isha teased.
“No! Not at all!” Asra protested, but her flushed face said otherwise. And got a flash back
The Flashback
Asra’s thoughts drifted to a memory from the week before.
She had seen Sheriyar laughing and talking with his best friend, a girl who seemed effortlessly confident and comfortable around him. The sight had stirred something unfamiliar in Asra a pang of envy she quickly brushed aside.
Now, sitting with Isha, that memory resurfaced, making her heart ache. But she quickly shook it off.
“I’m not jealous,” she said, more to herself than Isha.
Isha raised an eyebrow. “Sure, keep telling yourself that.”
Time skip
The Final Tournament
It was the final volleyball tournament, and Asra was there to support Sheriyar, dragging Isha along with her. The crowd was electric, cheering loudly as the match reached its peak.
Sheriyar’s team was just one point away from victory. As the ball soared through the air, Sheriyar spiked it with precision, earning the final point.
“Woahhh!” Asra jumped up, her excitement bursting out. She hugged Isha tightly, unable to contain her joy. “We won! Sheriyar won the match!”
Her happiness overflowed as she shouted, “Sheriyar!!”
The crowd turned to look at her, making her instantly regret it. Embarrassed, she quickly sat down and tried to blend in, her cheeks burning red.
“You’re so loud,” Isha teased, trying to hold back her laughter.
“But we won the match! Sheriyar won!” Asra said, her joy too overwhelming to care about her awkward moment.
Isha couldn’t help but smile. “Your eyes literally sparkle when you look at him, you know?”
Asra blushed furiously and hid her face with her hands.
Sheriyar, still on the court, glanced toward the crowd when he heard his name being shouted. His eyes landed on Asra.
“Isn’t she the girl who ran away after seeing me? Am I really that bad?” he muttered to himself, confused but amused.
His teammates pulled him back into the celebration as they cheered and laughed, lifting the trophy high in the air.
After the celebrations settled down a bit, Sheriyar took the mic. “Thank you to everyone who came to support us today! Because of you all, we won. To celebrate, I’m throwing a party tonight, and everyone here is invited!”
The crowd erupted into cheers, shouting, “Yehhh!”
“Are you excited?” Sheriyar asked, hyping them up.
“Yesss!” Asra yelled along with the crowd, her enthusiasm shining through.
Isha raised an eyebrow, smirking. “You’re the loudest one here.”
Asra giggled nervously, already thinking about the party and the possibility of being near Sheriyar again.
Next day
Asra sat in her room, nervously thinking about the upcoming party. “Tomorrow is the party, and I still haven’t decided what to wear,” she mumbled, pacing back and forth.
The next day, in college, she asked Isha, “What will you wear tomorrow?”
“I haven’t decided yet,” Isha replied casually.
“Hmmm...” Asra trailed off, lost in thought.
Isha broke the silence. “You know, after this week, the exams start, right?”
“Yes, I know,” Asra said quietly.
“Which means Sheriyar will leave this college soon,” Isha added, watching Asra’s face fall.
“You’re right,” Asra replied, her expression turning sad.
“So,” Isha suggested, “you should at least try to confess your feelings before it’s too late.”
Asra hesitated but finally nodded. “Okay, I will...”
That Night
Sitting at her desk, Asra struggled to figure out how to confess her feelings. “How can I tell him?” she muttered, gripping her pen tightly. “I can’t just say it in person that’s too nerve-wracking. And asking Isha to do it would be even more awkward.”
Suddenly, an idea struck her. “I’ll write him a letter! That way, it won’t be as awkward.”
She started writing:
“Hi, I’m Asra. I think you don’t know me, but I know you...”
She frowned. “This sounds terrible.”
Frustrated, she tore the paper and started again. It took her seven tries before she finally wrote a letter she was satisfied with. Holding the neatly folded letter in her hand, she smiled. “Done.”
The Party
The next evening, Asra dressed carefully, choosing an outfit that made her feel confident.
“You look so beautiful!” Isha complimented her as they arrived at the party.
“Aww, thank you,” Asra replied, her cheeks glowing with happiness.
Inside the hall, Sheriyar entered, dressed in a sleek all-black suit-black coat, shirt, and pants. His confident presence immediately caught everyone’s attention as he walked to the stage.
“Hello, everyone!” Sheriyar greeted. “I’m so glad you all could join my party. I hope you enjoy it!”
The crowd clapped and cheered.
“And,” he continued, “I have one more piece of good news to share with you all. I’ll announce it soon.”
“What could it be?” Asra whispered to Isha.
“Maybe it’s about his career,” Isha guessed.
Asra nodded but couldn’t shake off her nervousness. Clutching the letter tightly in her hand, she tried to find an opportunity to approach Sheriyar. But he was surrounded by people, leaving her frustrated.
Finally, Sheriyar took the stage again, smiling warmly. “Hey, everyone! Are you excited for the big news?”
The crowd cheered loudly.
Sheriyar raised his hand and said, “I’d like you all to meet my future wife!”
He pointed toward Asra. Her heart stopped, her mind racing in confusion. Is he talking about me?
She stood frozen, the letter trembling in her hand.
But then, Sheriyar’s best friend, Sara, emerged from behind her, walking confidently toward him with a radiant smile.
Asra’s heart shattered into pieces as she realized the truth. She stared at them, her chest tightening, the letter slipping from her fingers. The world around her seemed to blur, and her happiness from moments ago turned into unbearable pain.
Her eyes filled with tears as she watched them Isha quickly noticed and took her outside to the car.
“Stop, Asra. Don’t cry, please,” Isha pleaded, wiping her tears.
Through her sobs, Asra muttered, “I was so stupid, Isha. Please just drop me home.”
“Yes, I’ll take you, but first, stop crying,” Isha said, trying to calm her down.
At Home
When they arrived, Asra stepped out of the car, her eyes still red and swollen.
“What happened, Asra? Is everything alright?” Huma asked with concern.
“Yes, Appi. I just got something in my eyes, and I’m very tired. I’m going to sleep,” Asra replied, avoiding eye contact.
She locked herself in her room and let the tears flow again. “Why, Allah? Why doesn’t he love me?” she whispered through her sobs.
Her gaze fell on the letter she had written for Sheriyar. With trembling hands, she burned it, watching the flames consume her feelings.
That night, Asra cried herself to sleep.
The Next Morning
“Asra, you’ll be late!” Huma knocked on her door, but Asra didn’t respond.
“Asra, tell me what happened. Did Sheriyar reject you?” Huma asked again.
After a pause, Asra opened the door slightly. “How do you know about Sheriyar?”
Huma sighed. “One day, you left your diary open. I was cleaning and saw his name. I’m sorry, Asra.”
Asra what?!...and looked away, her voice trembling.
Huma gently said, “Listen, Asra, no one stays in your life forever. But you will always have yourself, and there are people who love you like me. Focus on those who truly care about you.”
Asra hugged her tightly with tears on her eyes . “Appi, I really loved him. But he’s getting married. I can’t face him anymore. I don’t want to go to university.”
Huma kissed her forehead. “Okay, beta, as you wish. But remember, I love you, and you are stronger than this.”
Asra isolated herself for days, her heartbreak too heavy to bear.
Time passed, and after the exams, Sheriyar and Sara got married.
Two Years Later
Asra had changed a lot.
She had spent the past year learning karate and martial arts, earning a black belt. She topped her final exams, receiving a trophy and widespread appreciation.
Her confidence had grown, and she was no longer the same shy girl who watched Sheriyar from afar.
And isha had become a top volleyball player, winning tournaments and making herself proud.
They two become best friends who will be there for each other
The Encounter
One day, while heading to liabrary a group of boys started teasing Asra. They whistled and made comments, but she remained calm.
From a distance, Sheriyar, who had been invited to the university for an event, noticed the commotion. He ran to help but stopped in his tracks as he saw Asra handle the situation effortlessly.
she used her martial arts skills to defend herself, swiftly putting them in their place.
“Woah, impressive,” he said, approaching her.
Asra turned, shocked to see him. “Thanks... Someone once told me to stand up for myself because good guys aren’t always around.”
Sheriyar smiled. “Oh, so you’re that girl? I think I taught you something valuable. Btw What’s your name?”
“Asra,” she replied, her voice steady but her heart heavy, as she knows every single thing about him but he didn’t even know her name
“Hi, Asra. I’m Sheriyar,” he said warmly. “Meet my family.”
Sara walked over, holding a little girl in her arms. “This is my wife, Sara, and our daughter, Khushi.”
Asra’s heart ached, but she smiled genuinely. “Aww, she’s adorable.”
“Thank you,” Sara replied, smiling.
As they said their goodbyes, Sheriyar nodded. “We’ll meet again sometime.”
Asra watched them walk away a happy, perfect family.
She stood there for a moment, watching their retreating figure
“How sweet family ,” Maybe this was only in my fate “! she whispered, her voice soft but steady.
Then, with a small smile, she turned and walked toward the library.
“Not everyone gets a happy ending!e......................,.....................................................,.......................................
but maybe some endings are just a new beginning.“!!!
The end 👐
