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The night was dark and hushed, a perfect time to start your studies. I was a person who could only start my actual studies the night before the exam and that too, I would only start after midnight. However, even though I study with my friends from college, none of the things tarries in my small head. I always had to start fresh the day before the exam, stay up till five in the morning, then again wake up at seven and always felt to doze off while writing exams.
Nevertheless, I was not able to concentrate on my studies as my mind were somewhere else. Only two more exams, will I get to see him in these two days?
Something in me perceived that he would be there in the college as these were the final days of his college life. Talha likewise apprised me that Shaym used to come to college in the evening. Although, I never saw him as we used to leave college in the afternoon, as soon as our exam finish.
I unwillingly drifted off to sleep when it was almost dawn, I didn't even feel a bit tiredness but, the only reason I slept was that I required some energy to write my exam.
The only good thing about me in the exams was, I always used to reach early and never was late. I was glad for this behaviour, only during exams. I used to keep bit notes to copy in the exams but I stopped it when I felt like it was wrong to do like that.
I felt like I was cheating myself and my parents, who hated acts like this. But this doesn't mean I don't ask questions to others during the exam. Gladly, the topper of the class was always in my exam hall, so it was easy to ask the multiple-choice questions from her.
The other interesting part about exams were, Talha's roll number was just before mine, and he always used to sit in front of me. Hence, it was easy for us to write the exam as we could discuss and draft.
But my poor Talha invariably gets frightened and hesitate to look into my paper and copy. He was a boy who does not like deceiving anyone and he did not like disturbing or troubling others while writing exams by asking them questions. Therefore, that fool never even asks me, if he does not know any of the answers. And, I was the one who perpetually urges him, 'Which answer do you want? Did you write those questions? Do you want this answer? And the list goes on.
How can someone be consequently innocent and obedient, right?
In a swift, three-hour exam came to an end. I along with Talha rushed out from the class to meet our other friends who were in another class. "Did you write question 21 when I showed you my answer paper?" I asked Talha.
"Ah, a little."
"A little!? I showed you my paper for almost fifteen minutes and you didn't write it full?! ARGH. Just leave it." I roared at him, then stopped because the exam had already ended and my tantrum was unnecessary.
"Also, Naizaa, Don't go home early today. There is a small farewell for the Palliative team members. It's not an official program, just Shaym, his friends and a few people who joined the group." Talha stated.
"Oh, t-that's nice."
"If you want, we can go to. It's not a problem as you were involved in the campaigns and other programs. And it was said, a cake will be there!" Talha chuckled saying.
"Of cause, a cake is the only thing you want."
It was informed by Talha that the farewell would commence in the evening and since it was an unofficial program, it was not from any class rather, it was near the ground.
All of my friends went home after the exams were over. I and Jina stayed back as I wanted to see a glimpse of him today as I won't be able to see him again after a few days.
We roamed around the college till evening and when the time of the farewell befell, I clasp like not attending. It felt like it would be rather cumbersome as I was not even invited for the program and if I appear there, he may have doubts.
"I think, It's better not to go." I declared.
"But, you stayed in college till now just to see him right? Why backing off now?" Jina asked.
"Don't you think, it would be awkward to attend the program like that out of nowhere?"
"Yes, It would be." Jina and Talha rejoined in unison.
"See! Even you both agreed on that. I don't want to go." I announced.
"But Naizaa, you have only two or three more days left to see him. You will regret later" Talha stated.
Half of me ached to go near the ground and see him but the other half didn't want any exasperating moments. I didn't want to make things extremely obvious in front of him anymore. I have had already done countless crazy, reckless, retarded, worthless things.
After twenty minutes, I again felt like impelling. I grasped that I would mourn later for not going like Talha said. "Okay, let's go." I declared saying.
"Now? I'm not coming." Talha replied.
"Huh? Why? How will I go alone?" What's wrong with him.
"Why should I tag along with you? I never joined in any campaigns or programs by Palliative group, and it would be strange for me to attend their farewell."
"I'm also not coming." Asserted Jina. Now, what happened to her?
"Without you both, how will I go? Please, come naa" I dragged them along with me to the ground.
We sauntered to the ground area, which was inside a forest-like place and there was also a gate to enter. I didn't apprehend why a gate was here in this place.
From a little far away, I perceived a group of boys and girls, standing in a circle. But, I was not able to see Shaym amidst them. Even though only a few people were present I was still not able to see him.
Seeing that small crowd of people, I halted my steps and probed, "Should we really go?"
Talha paced a little forward and peeped a little to glance what was going on in that crowd. He gradually came back and said, "They are about to cut the cake. So, if we go now, it would look like we are here for the cake."
"Oh, then, let's stay here for some time and go back when they disperse their meeting." I gloomily said.
There was a small stone bench in that area, so we sat there talking. I appointed Talha to check every now and then to know whether the meeting was over or not. Without making his presence obvious, he did a sterling job at peeping to their farewell.
"Shaym is there. He is wearing a grey, full sleeve t-shirt." He informed.
"Oh wow. I love that colour." I grinned and felt like seeing him as I never saw him in grey colour attire and that too full sleeve. I adored and admired it when boys wore full sleeves. So, I eagerly waited to just have a small glimpse of him on his new t-shirt.
We continued our talks and stopped abruptly when two boys came towards us. In their back, Shaym was also there. It felt really stupid, sitting in this place, where we never used to sit. The moment I saw him, I discerned that he may have understood that I came to see him here. I slightly glanced at him and then continued to act as I was talking to Jina.
He marched past me, and a small bustle was heard. When we looked back, I saw, Shaym trying to climb the gate along with his friend and they were howling loudly. It seemed truly cute and funny. That's the time we realised the gate was closed and that was the reason why he was trying to jump from the gate with his friends. He successfully leapt from the towering gate and walked off to the other end.
I was glad that he never turned back. If he did, then he would see me staring at his back.
"Now, how will we go? We can't jump like that." The gate of this area always used to close after 4:30 p.m. And, we forgot about this.
"We can take the short cut from the chemistry department," Talha stated.
The short cut from the path was a deserted area, with less light, dry and bushy fallen leaves on the ground and a narrow path. We had to go from the backside of the department to reach inside the college area. It seemed like an isolated place.
We somehow reached near the college's computer lab. I felt relief, seeing a ray of light as the path we took was really spooky to walk. Out of nowhere, Shaym and one of his friends appeared in front of us. They were talking something and walking ahead, to the portico area, near the administration block. We too had to go there as it was the way out to reach outside the campus.
Having no other way, we followed behind them, lowering our voices and pacing slowly.
The portico area had two large glass notice boards attached to the wall on the left and right side. Whilst walking, Shaym went towards the glass board and started ruffling his hair and combing with his fingers. I halted my steps and stared at him smiling widely. The scene was so fascinating to watch him dishevel his hair with that new full sleeve grey t-shirt.
Stop it, Naiza.
Since we were in a distance I was sure that Mr Cute would not have noticed me gawking at him. "Look, he looks so good" I whispered to Talha and Jina.
I was not able to see what expression he had on his face looking into the glass as his back was courting me. A few seconds later, he continued to walk and we too decided to pace behind them.
Now, there was only a little distance between our walking space. Not to make it awkward, I pretended talking with Talha.
Unknown to me, I cracked a lame joke and saw Shaym wobbling a little and felt like he was chuckling along with his friend.
What? Did they hear me!
I shut my mouth and gently paced behind them and quickly diverted towards the library area instead of following him till the main gate as it would be more bungling.
Talha and Jina were laughing like some maniac and I growled, "WHAT?"
"Nothing, you always do something stupid whenever you see Shaym," Talha stated. Well, it was true so, I solely nodded.
But, the mention of doing stupid things reminded me of something. I replayed the scenes which happened a few minutes ago in the portico area.
"OH MY GOD! I DID ONE MORE STUPID THING!" I screamed after realising the absurd act which I did.
"What is it? Only this was funny." Jina replied.
"Remember, I stared at him when he was stroking his hair looking at the glass. THAT WAS A DAMN GLASS!"
"So?" Talha asked as he didn't understand what my point was.
"IT WAS A GLASS! HE WOULD'VE SEEN MY REFLECTION! I was right behind his back even though it was a little far!" I smacked my head in frustration.
Talha and Jina started laughing out hard, as this seemed amusing to them But it was not at all funny. I am a Stupid, idiot, fool.
I have completely embarrassed myself more and more.
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Today was going to be our last combine study from the library as only one exam was left. Due to this reason, we were lazy for no reason and all of us reached college in the afternoon, which was pretty late. We always used to reach and study before ten in the morning. But today, we felt like not to study. It may be because of the reason that it was going to be the last exam as we get lazy to study in the anxiety of realising it's the last exam.
I and Jina were on the same bus so, we reached together. We saw Talha standing on the steps, outside the library with a grin.
"Why are you both so late! Our seat is now taken by someone else."
"Oh, who?"
"None other than Shaym!" He cheerfully replied.
We had a usual seat in the library on the right side corner where we always study. It was like our permanent place. Even Shaym had seen us in this place numerous times. Then, why did he sit here?
Looking down, I strolled towards our usual area and thought to sit in the empty table behind him. I could slightly see him talking with his friends and he looked a little different as he was wearing a bright orange colour t-shirt.
Usually, I don't like bright colours but, he was looking good in orange.
I sat behind him and at that moment, Shaym stood up from his seat along with other friend and declared, "We'll continue after lunch." He left from the library after saying this, and it made me little sad as I just came and he already left. But still, I was happy that I got to see him.
Hours past and yet, I didn't see him come back to the library. But, the rest of his friends were here, at the far opposite end to ours. We could easily see them, and I assumed that he may come. Feeling tired, we decided to stop the studies and go back home. When I was about to get up, I saw a similar orange colour t-shirt coming from the right side, in a cheerful way.
Shaym strolled towards where his friends were, stood behind one of his friends who was sitting and rested his arms on that friend. He was facing his back and standing there.
I don't know why, but I stared at him like that. All of a sudden, one of his friend sitting there was staring at me keenly. The stare looked deadly grave. I felt uncomfortable and scared at the same time and shifted my gaze.
"Why is he staring like that?" Talha inquired as he too noticed it.
"Doesn't it look like Shaym appointed him to check whether we are staring at him?" I probed the question which came to my mind. I felt like he was added by Shaym to watch us. It could be my lame thoughts. But still, the scene looked like that because Shaym was not at all turning and he stood still, facing his back.
"Yes, Naiza I too think like that." Both of my friends replied.
"Let's go from here." We left without glancing at his direction.
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The most tiresome subject was our last exam and we all were extremely relieved as it got over. "YAY! EXAMS ARE OVER!" All of us squealed out and some boys threw away all the papers, tearing them to express peace and pleasure. Admittedly, the feeling of exams getting over is indefinable.
As it was the last day of college, some of my friends suggested about going out to have food. But, I was not at all interested to go out or from college anytime soon as I wanted to see Shaym. It was going to be the last day I would ever see him. I didn't want to miss this last opportunity of seeing him and having little more drama.
"I am not coming anywhere without seeing Shaym." I firmly announced. As they could comprehend in what situation I was, they didn't reply anything.
So, we decided to eat lunch from a new cafe near us and ordered club sandwiches, burger, pizza and some cold drinks. The speciality of my gang was, none of us captures pictures when the food arrives. We all dive and shove it as soon as our food appears. I always wonder how people take so many pictures from different angles without eating the food in front of them.
However, we did take few selfies as it was last day and then, everyone except Jina departed to the bus stop. I slightly saw a glimpse of Shaym, near the gate. Only his side was visible but I was sure that it was him. But, by the time we reached there, he was already gone.
I guess I'll have to wait again to see him.
The time was not passing at all, and every now and then, I visited the small cafe near our college hoping that I may see him. He always used to come to this cafe to drink water or have some juice. More than every five times I entered and exited from that shop. The owner must be thinking that I have gone mad. And, then when I exited from the shop for the sixth time, I saw his back again, he was on the bullet and going away.
I just missed him again!
Why is it so hard to see him today?
Even though it was just his back, I did see him. But, I was not happy. I decided to sit on the stone bench near the college gate so that I could see him the next time when he comes.
Talha talked about his town, his family, his friends and pretty much everything about him. Jina and I giggled by hearing all his stories which were quite hilarious. Time flew and it was almost half-past five in the evening.
I got frustrated for waiting for a boy like this for this much hours. I stood up and decided to go home and I was beyond fed up.
As it was exam time and late in the evening, the bus was empty so I and Jina stood near the door and decided to talk with Talha until the bus takes.
The bus was about to take now as the driver announced and right at that moment, I saw Shaym's best friend Shabeeb appearing on a bike. Jina entered inside the bus and asked, "Naiza, are you not coming?"
I glanced between her and his friend, left and right, not knowing what to do. Something in me told me that Shaym may arrive here soon as his friend was here. Deciding on what my heart suggested, I replied to Jina.
"Y-you can go. I'm not coming. Shaym may come soon." She very well knew how I was feeling so she went on the bus as it was late and I stayed back with Talha.
"You are really very hurt, right? As Shaym is not here." Talha probed.
It was pretty much evident on my grimace how deeply distressed I was at that moment. It was the last day and not being able to see him properly was stinging me.
I gloomily stood near the bus stop, waiting for him. Talha tried to cheer me up by cracking his lame jokes. But I was least interested in hearing those.
I glanced at my right side, where the main road was, to check whether he was coming or not. Surprising me, I saw him coming on his bike and that moment I got extremely felicitous.
"Talha, He is here!" By the time I said this, Shaym passed near me, stared at his retreating back and in my happy state, I unknowingly literally shrieked.
"MR CUTE!"
It was not too loud nor too quiet. But these words were uttered without my knowledge. He didn't look back or show any change in behaviour so, I assumed that he might not have heard it.
I felt like I was on cloud 9 at that moment, seeing him after a long wait. He parked his bike near the gate and sat on a post which was near the gate and he glanced at our direction. But, we were still at the bus stop so I presumed he may be looking at somewhere else.
I sensed a gaze on me and looked back. To my surprise, he was staring keenly on me. I still was not sure whether he was looking at our direction. But still, it seemed like his gaze was on me. I was clearly able to see his face even though we were far and it was quite hard to understand. A look of anger or confusion.
I quickly got on the bus which was about to take and glanced at him for the last time inside the window of the bus. Gladly, he was not looking at my direction anymore.
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The last and official program of our college was the farewell, which we juniors give to the seniors. But there was a predicament in our farewell unlike other colleges because the program was administered department wise. Therefore, considering Mr Cute was not in my department, I was certain that I won't be able to see him today.
Furthermore, today was officially the last day of my college this year and also possibly the last day to see Mr Cute. Even though he was not from our department, I nevertheless expected to see him as the program was at the college. And as per Talha, there was a chance of Shaym coming here as he had his friends from our department.
The Farewell program was scheduled to commence in the afternoon, however, we all reached college early to do the decoration work. All of my friends and classmates were occupied by decorating the auditorium where the program was going to be held. Except for Jina, Talha, and me, all were in auditorium decorating. They called us numerous times to join them as helping hand, but none of us was interested, to go.
Like some jobless clowns, the three of us roamed here and there around the campus. Talha emphasised saying that it was best to walk around the college and stated that we, may see Mr Cute somewhere, but he was nowhere to be found.
Shortly the Farewell program commenced, and I thought to go inside the auditorium at least one time as it was a program conducted by us. Nevertheless, Talha and Jina were not interested to come, so I went there alone to check on the program. I settled myself on the last seat and specifically after five minutes, Talha called and stated, "Naizaa, why did you go there? What if Mr Cute comes here now and then go?"
"I'll come when he comes," I answered.
"What if he just comes and goes instantly. You will miss it. Today is the last day here," Talha spoke and cut the call as he was irritated by my behaviour. More than myself, he was the one who craved me and Shaym to meet. Additionally, what he said was also true.
I think I should go.
I went back to them and we sat on the stairs, near to the main gate so that we could notice him coming from the gate. Since we had nothing to do, we talked and talked about everything and laughed so enormously hearkening Talha's lame jokes because he rarely cracks jokes. And surprisingly, it was entertaining.
The time was now almost evening. The program was over, and our seniors were now taking heaps and lots of photos. Observing them, I felt sad as it was their last day together in college. Even students from our batch were taking photos with them, to cherish it forever. As I didn't have much connection with any of the seniors, I along with Talha and Jina didn't go near our seniors and nevertheless waited for Mr Cute to show up.
Later, I saw Nafiz waving his hands towards us. Because of Talha and combined study we had at the library, Jina and I became close to him. He was the only senior we had as a good friend.
Nafiz came near us and said that before going, he wanted to take a picture with the three of us. We nodded as even we wanted to have a picture with him. Thereupon, he went to his friends to take photos with them.
As this was the last day in college as first years, even my gang of girls decided to take photos. We captured pictures from all different angles and got tired after taking more than a hundred photos.
I glanced at my watch and saw it was half-past five. Jina said her mother would be scolding her for reaching late, so she left after receiving a call from her mother. Abruptly, Issa who was standing near me, whispered, "Mr Cute." I nonchalantly turned and noticed him coming with his friends. Finally, he came.
We continued taking a few more pictures saying that the previous ones were not good enough. By the time we finished taking the photos, it was late. Hence, everyone left except me, Zuha and Issa.
That's when I retrieved Talha was missing. When I was rummaging for him with my eyes here and there, I saw him near the auditorium taking pictures with Mr Cute, Nafiz, and some other boys. Nafiz motioned me to come there, so I marched towards them gradually.
Talha is taking a photo with Shaym!
By the time I reached near them, the other boys went and only Shaym, Talha and Nafiz were there. They were now taking a selfie, Shaym was the one who was holding it as he was the person who always used to take a selfie in his squad. And besides, I was the one who perpetually took selfies in my gang.
After taking selfies, I felt like Mr Cute was searching for someone to take a picture of them from the back camera, so like a fool, taking up the courage, I asked,
"You want me to take your picture?"
"Yes," Mr Cute said and handed me his phone. My hand sprang staggering terribly, and I was damn sure that this picture was going to be bad and a blurred one. I took two to three photos and returned the phone. They glanced at the pictures which I took, and like an idiot, I stood in front of them not knowing what to do.
After checking the photos, Shaym placed his arms around Nafiz's shoulder and said, "You know, she asked me for a treat for getting the prize."
What? He remembered that I asked him for a treat? It was like four days ago!
"Yeah, you said you will give me treat," I answered boldly without getting agitated.
"Yeah, but when will I give you treat?" he asked.
"You can give me now," I instantly responded.
He looked at his watch and probed, "Now?"
I peered at my watch, and that's when I realised it was already six in the evening. "Not now. It's late," I stated, smiling humbly.
"Okay, then. Better luck next time," he said and smiled back.
"Okay, next time," I replied.
He then proceeded towards his other friends. Talha and I took a picture with Nafiz, controlling my grin. After that, when Nafiz strolled towards his friends, I screeched to Talha, "Talhaaa! Shaym asked me about that treat!!! I sent that message four days ago, and he still remembers it!! Yay!!"
"I can see that you are extremely happy, and you fool, why did you say you don't want it now?! Today is the last day, and there is no next time like he said!" Talha spoke with a sombre grimace.
I had a hope that Mr Cute may come to college someday.
"You see the time? It's late, and if we go now, when will I reach back home?" I stated and waved my goodbye as it was getting darker.
Zuha and Issa were waiting for me near the bus stop. I hastily marched to them and explained what happened whilst grinning, which never left from my face after having a conversation with him.
When I reached home, I narrated the incident to Jina, and she was wistful to hear as she was not present there to watch that scene of Mr Cute talking to me. She kept on mourning her melancholy and regretted going back home early.
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Vacation started, as usual, it was tedious. It has been only five days of vacation, and I already was fed up of these holidays.
When I opened Instagram, I saw that Mr Cute had uploaded a story. It was "Ask Me A Question."
To start a conversation, I thought of asking something good this time than my previous question. He had already shared a few responses in his story. However, I felt like he won't be sharing my response in the story and would be giving a reply privately like the last time. So, I sent him, "Your treat is remaining."
After a few minutes, he shared my response with a sticker reply, "Ya, ya, I remember."
Huh, why did he put this as a story?
The sticker he attached as a reply to my questions had a man laughing and under that was the man's dialogue as 'Ya, ya, I remember.'
I deemed to reply to his story, but then I stopped myself and ignored it because for a strange reason I didn't like that sticker reply.
He could've typed something as a reply, right?
Remarkably numerous people had asked him a question, and he shared all the responses in his story separately, so now his story was showing like a dot.
He continued sharing all the responses in his story every second, and I read all of the questions and his responses without missing any one of the stories.
The next day, when it was evening, I was looking at all the friend requests on my account. After clearing all unwanted requests, I noticed a change. I saw that one of my notification messages under the requests were gone.
When Shaym shared my question on his story, I got the notification, "Shaym shared your response in their story." It is missing now!
I immediately opened his story and searched for my question. My response was in the middle, but without skipping any of them, I patiently searched for my question. Surprising me, it was really missing.
I repeatedly checked all the stories. All other questions were still there. As I was a good stalker on social media, I had a great memory of things which I observe and I remember each and every story is uploaded yesterday. And, now he only deleted my question! Huh, why did he delete just my question?
On spur of the moment, I got furious, irritated, hurt and some other unknown emotions. I clicked on his profile and without even pondering for a second, I blocked his account. Yes! I blocked his account, and all my emotions during the last few months vanished instantly. I was not understanding why he deleted just my question among those numerous questions.
As usual, I reported to my friends about this incident. And as expected, Talha advised me that I shouldn't have blocked him. But it was already done, so I could not change that, and I will not change it. I even promised myself that I would never send him a request on Instagram again.
Two days passed in a swift, the time was almost half past 1 in the night. I thought about writing my diary as it had been so long since I last wrote it. That's when the incident of Shaym, which happened two days ago flashed in my mind.
I was still not able to comprehend why he deleted my story. I opened Instagram, searched for his profile, and unblocked him. I didn't know whether he was online or not, but deep inside me, I really wanted to know why he deleted my question. This feeling was making me so uneasy.
During midnight, I always felt like there was a ghost inside me who does shallow things. Like such, I opened the inbox and planned to message him as I wanted answers.
Without thinking more I typed and sent him, "Hey..."
Oh shit, I really send that! I opened my WhatsApp, and surprisingly, Talha and Jina were online and chatting in the group where just the three of us are there. I informed them that I had sent Shaym a message, and like anticipated, they were quite ecstatic about it. Like seriously!
Asudden, I felt bad about it, sending a message late at night. I promptly opened Instagram, and that's when he replied back,
"Hi."
Oh, no! He saw my message! Now, what will I send?
I asked Jina and Talha on what to do, and they told me several dramatic cliche replies. I speculated about what was in my mind right now, but one thing that I was vaguely certain was that soon I would be going to regret all this absurdity. But now that he replied, I thought to ask him the question which has been plaguing me for the past two days.
Me: a Few days ago, you uploaded a story, and I asked you about the pending treat, but the next day, when I was scrolling, I saw that you deleted just my story. I was feeling so uneasy about it. May I ask you why?
Like always, he instantly replied back.
Shaym: Did I delete yours?
Me: Yeah
Shaym: No way. I deleted all of them only after the time was over.
Huh, no. You deleted my story before. I suddenly felt like I don't have anything to ask or justify it so I thought to let it slide.
Me: Anyway, whateverð
Shaym: Hhaaað
Me: Heeð¬ Sorry for being annoying
Shaym: Hahhaaaaâð
Me: Sorry my behaviour is like thisð¬
Shaym: This is how one should beð
Huh! Like this? What did he mean by that?
Me: Huh? ð
Shaym: ð
Me: I'm really sorry for disturbing you late at nightð¬
Shaym: Hehe.
I didn't feel like you disturbed
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Me: Heeð¬ð
Shaym: â¤
I opened that message and didn't reply to it. I'm really not understanding this guy. What's with him and those emojis. And now, a heart at the end? He didn't even answer why he deleted that story. I took a screenshot of the chat and sent it to N.T.J group (the name of our group, Naiza. Talha. Jina)
The next day, I contemplated to say my last night shameless behaviour to at least Salma and Zuha, but I didn't have the courage. I was damn sure that I would be getting thousands of scoldings and lectures from them for doing such a ridiculous and immature act. I even didn't say this to the rest of my gang. I didn't have the audacity to say about my juvenile act. But considered to say this to them one day. I felt like it was best that I was not following him anymore on Instagram.
Now, I would be able to forget him steadily. I was literally fed up with this. Each and every little thing, which I did, I started regretting it consequently. I felt like I shouldn't even have started this crush thing. During this two-month vacation, I determined to engage in doing many things and would try to forget Mr Cute. Lastly I, again, pledged myself that I would never ever send him a request on Instagram nor will I ever stalk him.
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Note to my new reader's and to anyone who is re-reading this. I want you to share your views as I have added a lot of new scenes in this chapter. The initial Chapter only had 1944 words. But, this chapter is now having 5935 words! I've been editing this book for the past few days and trust me, it's the worst. Editing the book you wrote one year ago is awful. Also, it takes many hours and days to edit one single chapter. It's not as easy as it seems. In the hurdles of adding new scenes which I forgot to add previously, I didn't get time to edit this chapter. This is also the longest chapter I ever wrote. Okay, end of my rant. :)
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