Goshh this one is a long chapterâ¤Hope you enjoy it :)
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Korean dramas or more popularly known as K-Dramas takes us all to a whole new world to experience a string of various emotions all at once. From a wide variety of genre from romance to comedy to mystery thriller to family drama to actions, I travelled through all these genre's and was never getting enough of them.
Learning their language, admiring their respectful cultures, some delicious looking food and not to mention the packet of noodles they all eat in every drama and makes us crave for it.
At a certain point in my life, I hated noodles or precisely Maggie. It may be because I had to eat it numerous times from my childhood as my snacks. I wasn't even able to have a mere sight of Maggie and despised it. However, watching all these Korean Dramas, made me crave for noodles and started eating again. Now I can eat more than one packet, and I prefer Indomie and Knorr noodles over Maggie.
I even started making them in a style how Koreans make, by adding more water, to drink it as a soup and I don't let the water to sog in the noodles.
Who doesn't like noodles right?
After binge-watching, almost all the popular and amazing dramas out there, I felt like I have had watched enough. Korean dramas were not at all entertaining to me like before. I lost enthusiasm to watch new dramas as I had already watched around two hundred plus dramas.
This was the main problem with me as I easily get bored with anything if I get attached or addicted to it. Nothing lasted forever for me as my type of addiction only lasts for one or two years. After that, I just abandon them, like throwing away a piece of paper.
I was scrolling and viewing all the apps on my phone as there were some apps I never use. That's when I saw Wattpad. I had installed this app when I bought the phone due to Zuha and Salma's suggestion, but I never used it. I did love reading books but, reading from a phone didn't grasp my attention. And, that was the reason why I never used Wattpad. I decided to open it, and within no second, I started reading the books, which they suggested, and I was already loving this app.
Shortly, I got addicted to reading, and binge-read all the books as I was a fast and impatient reader. I was additionally a silent reader, who added all the books to the library and then read it offline. Just like watching Korean dramas, I got completely engrossed and immersed in the books. I was perpetually keenly eager to read what would happen next, and as soon as I finish reading one book, I start the next one. The part I love the most about the books were, how they manage to snatch away my sleep and keeps me awake till the sunrise and still, I could never get enough of reading.
As I was new to Wattpad, I only read completed books as I was impatient and didn't have the tolerance to wait for the updates. I even selected books based on their reads and popularity thinking that, 'Everyone likes and it has so many reads, so it would be good'.
'The was a popular saying of never judge a book by its cover' but, here this does not apply as we tend to judge and select books based on their cover, reads and description. Nevertheless, later I realized my this way of thinking was very wrong when I came to discover amazing books which had not so pleasing cover and even books which had fewer reads were equally spectacular and underrated.
Being a hopeless romantic fool, my top genre's were romance and spiritual. Shortly, without even my knowledge, I got addicted to the Wattpad world, and I didn't even realize that my two-month vacation was over.
Indeed, getting lost by reading books were the best feeling ever, and you never envision how fast time can fly by being in that world of fantasy.
College was reopening, and all of us were extremely thrilled to be back at the college and see everyone.
I intended to nudge up and reach early on my first day of the new semester, but like always, today also I was late. However, after reaching college, all of us greeted each other by embracing in a hug, divulged and chatted about everything which we were not able to talk about throughout the vacation days.
During the lunch break, when we reached near the main gate, it was empty. No students were standing nor sitting in their bikes. No Mr Cute and his friends.
Within a few hours, the first day of our college was over, and I went home promptly without dissipating more time at college. Then, I resumed my usual routine, opening Wattpad to read stories and be mentally attached to them, cry in an emotional scene, get frustrated, curse the villains, and the list goes on.
The days, weeks, and months started passing so quickly that it was the time for the semester exam. It was hard for me to grasp that half of the year has already passed and only a few more months, were left for this academic year.
Like periodically, for me, the exam time study holidays were meant to do something else other than studying. Like my routine, I opened Wattpad to read some books, but now, I was even jaded with reading. I almost finished reading every book in my library, and now, I was uninterested as almost all the stories seemed like a similar plot. I even stopped reading the book in the middle as I was able to comprehend what was going to happen. All those bad boys, CEO, Mafia, romance, everything was under the same storyline which slight differences by the author's creativity. I even realised that some books with more than a million views were not even worth it. Yes, they were not as some book lacked realism and logic. I hated reading books which stimulate and express unrealistic things which I can't relate.
The textbook and notebook for me to study were beside me, but I was in no mood to study it. Moreover, the time was just six in the evening, which means I can't study now as I could only study after midnight. My brain never works during the day.
As I have read notably various fiction books from Wattpad, now, I feel like some of the stories had a similar type of plot twists.
All of a sudden, I contemplated writing something realistic and non-fiction and thought why not write my own story. I instantly opened Wattpad and changed my username to "thatabayagirl".
It was the name which instantly popped on my mind when I pondered on the username and felt like this name was perfect for me as I always wore abaya and it defined me flawlessly.
Without thinking further and informing none of my friends, I clicked on 'create a story.' They asked for the title name, and immediately, "Forbidden Crush" came to mind. Then, the description was required so, I wrote a little about my and Mr Cute's character on how I mingle with everyone he was a complete opposite.
I thought of giving a fictional name to all of the characters, and I set a random made-up name which came to my mind for me, and Mr Cute as 'Naiza and Shaym'. Within no time, I wrote the Prologue, Author's Note and typed Chapter 1. I pondered for a few minutes. Now, how will I start my story? Then, I considered, to begin with, the mandatory cliche waking up the scene, and in that flow, I wrote a little about my friends and how I met Mr Cute then, ended the chapter.
To say, I was scared to publish would be an understatement because I was writing my own story, and that too, without even saying or discussing it to any of my friends. But then, I followed what my mind told and clicked on the publish button.
I later intended to tell my friends when my book gets 100 reads or something like that. As I only had lesser than five followers at that time, I was sure that it would take a lot of time to reach a hundred reads on my book.
I was even terrified to inform my friends about writing a book as I was sure that they would scold me. Because it was exam time, I thought that they wouldn't like me writing some senseless stories, abandoning my studies and that too writing a story about me and Mr Cute.
Soon after a few hours and days, I started getting a few reads, votes and even comments. The comments and their interest in my book and my story started making me extremely felicitous. I thought even they would say that I, aka Naiza, was stupid or crazy for Shaym. But, surprising me, the readers were actually loving my character and seemed to like all the extra dramatic things I did in front of Shaym.
What more could make me happier!
Shortly, my book hit 100 reads, but I still didn't dare to tell my friends about my book. Something in me was stopping me from sharing it to them, and also the fear of what their reaction would be.
Additionally, I was not thinking about Mr Cute or something whilst writing the chapters of Forbidden Crush. Instead, I was just writing for fun to kill my boredom, and after seeing the comments for each chapter I wrote, unknowingly I started to enjoy and love writing.
In my eighteen years of my existence, this was the first time I wrote something. Even in schools or colleges, I never wrote a poem or a short story. Writing or penning down something was never in my dream or I dreamed to be. I have seen a lot of people writing as it was their passion, escaping from reality as it soothes them when they pen down the words. But, I was never among that category. English was not even my first language, and I only knew a few words as I had a bad vocabulary. However, I was enjoying this new journey of writing, and the sole credits go to my precious readers.
Due to the thrill and enthusiasm, and considering it was exam time, I was regular in updating the chapters. Every day after Maghrib prayer, I grab my phone and start writing then, instantly publish it. The most fun part was that I never read what I have written. I always typed everything in flow and according to my mood, then, publish it directly as I thought to read my story later. I know when you are a writer, you need to read what you have written before publishing it, to check the errors. Nevertheless, I was lazy to read and also for the reason that I might cringe reading my stupid antics. Reading your own story is not sometimes healthy and is not easy to read as you might feel like smacking your head more than a thousand times.
Just like last year, we decided to study from the library, so on the first day only me, Jina and Talha came to study. The rest of my friends said that they would come from the next day onwards.
After I commenced writing, today was the first time seeing Talha and Jina but, I didn't say it to them as I felt like this was not a time to reveal it.
In the afternoon, we took a short break, tired of studying. I took out my phone, and it was flooded with notifications from Wattpad. I loved it when my phone vibrates with the notifications from Wattpad. Seeing the notifications, I unknowingly smiled. Noticing my unknown smirk, Talha and Jina asked me,
"Why are you smiling?"
"It's nothing," I lied, but at that time I felt uneasiness for plainly lying, whilst looking directly at their face. I perceived like I was doing something wrong by not sharing my new journey of writing to any of my friends. Writing secretly, I felt like a criminal. Hence, abruptly, I asked them,
"What do you think it is?" I wanted them to slightly guess.
"Mr Cute?" They both asked in unison.
I nodded and said, "Yeah, it is about him, but it's something different. I started writing!" I frantically told them.
Upon hearing that they were beyond ecstatic to hear my new shared news, and I showed them what I have written. "Am I there? Did you write about me?" Talha asked excitedly.
"Of course, fool. You are there in my story! What is my story without you?" I stuck out my tongue and said to him.
Both of them grabbed my phone, kept it on the table and read together. I could see their grin whilst reading my story, and it felt magical, seeing my friends reading my book in front of me. Soon after reading the first two to three chapters, they apprised me it was nice and told me to keep on writing. That's when Jina asked,
"Well, Naiza, how are you going to end the story?"
I did think about it when I started writing, so I told them what my notions were, "I'll only write fifty per cent of my actual story. The rest I'll add up the story according to my imagination and give a happy ending," I informed them, to which both of them shook their heads, betokening no.
"Don't write like that. Write your own story completely without any extra add ups. Don't make your book like the rest of the books 'happy ending'. In the end, write that it is a true story, and it is your story," Talha spoke, and I pondered for a couple of seconds on what he stated as he did have a point. I didn't want an end like all other stories.
"Do you think it will be good like that?" I urged them, and both of them nodded and smiled. Okay then. I'll completely write my story.
Exams were going to start in three days, so I thought to stop updating the book and then later update the chapters after exams. I considered telling my friends when my book reaches 1k reads. I was sure that it would take time so I decided like that. I published "Important Announcement" and thanked my readers for showering their immense love and support towards my books which I never thought I would get.
After that, I uninstalled Wattpad and concentrated on my studies. I knew if Wattpad was on my phone, then I would keep on checking the notifications and comments for my book every now and then. Hence, uninstalling it temporarily for the best option.
Visiting libraries became our routine like all the time. Poor Nafiz was with us this time also. He had failed in three subjects, two in his first year and the other one in his second year. So, he was going to write it again with us. The time when we took a break, were the time when we taught some things to Nafiz because he was studying the subject, which we studied last year. And, we couldn't study it together. Therefore, he was with us all the time and even said many students in their batch had failed in the first and second-year examination, so they would also be coming to write the exam.
When Nafiz mentioned this, Talha who was sitting opposite to me whispered, "Mr Cute also will be coming." I made an annoyed and furious grimace. To my luck, Nafiz didn't notice this stares I and Talha were penetrating. After that, Talha didn't mention Mr Cute's name again in front of me as he understood that mention of Shaym's name was not the same for me to hear now. I used to love and enjoy their taunts on me about Shaym but, now, I get more than frustrated.
Later that night, I got a message from Farhaan.
"Naizaa, your Mr Cute is having two supplementary exams."
Oh wow great.
Should I even care about that?
"Ohh.."
That was all I could reply to him as I was least interested to have a conversation regarding Shaym.
Farhaan was trying to help me, but I was not that old Naiza anymore. He even told me the dates when Mr Cute was having exams. Thankfully, on his first exam, I was not having an exam, but we both had an exam on the last day. I guess I would be seeing him that day.
I was kind of feeling gleeful about seeing him in the future because now, he was not just my crush. Additionally, numerous other girls from different parts of the world were also having a crush on him. And, the irony, was my readers didn't even comprehend that Mr Cute was real and he was not just a fictional character, normally seen on books.
I grinned pondering that, all my characters were real, and existed. Unknown to my friends, they have become famous and loved by countless people.
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Exams commenced, and officially, two were already over now. The next day was a study leave for me, and it was also Mr Cute's exam day. I firmly kept my mindset that no matter what, I won't be coming to college tomorrow.
All of a sudden, Talha began his drama, "Naiza, Jina, you both please come tomorrow. You know, right? I'm having an exam tomorrow afternoon, so you guys should come. Then, only I will be able to study."
Yeah, Talha failed in one subject last year.
"No, I'm not going to come. Jina, if you want you can come tomorrow," I stated firmly.
"What Naiza, please come. You can even see Mr Cute," Talha was whining like a small boy.
"Talha, I'm not interested to see him like last year. I have moved on. Okay?" I responded to Talha, and he shook his head.
"Not okay," he said with a mournful expression.
Don't listen to him. I kept chanting this in my mind. It was soon evening, and I was about to go to the bus stop. That's when Nafiz stopped me and said, "Naiza, you have last year's core course notebook, right? Please bring that book tomorrow. I'm having that exam the day after tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? Sorry, I'm not coming to college tomorrow. After all these days, now you are asking me for the notebook for your exam?" I questioned him.
"Sorry, I forgot about that particular exam," he said it so casually like it was not a big deal.
Very good.
"You won't understand my handwriting. It's so horrible," I stated.
"It's not a problem for me. I have to pass this time somehow. So, please bring it tomorrow itself," he said, and I pondered for a moment what I should do.
"Let me see," I said, and then he went away.
As soon as he went Talha started his drama again, "Oohoo when I, asked you to come tomorrow you said you won't come no matter what. Now, when he asked, you decided to come. I know you are coming to see Mr Cute. I know you very well. Don't try to hide it from me." He snickered.
Talha and his chuckling. Argh!
"NO! I'm not coming. Happy now?" I said and then went to the bus stop as I was not interested to hear any more of his tantrums.
At night, Talha texted and started his 'please please come' session. I subsequently agreed and decided to go.
Even for combined studies, nowadays, I started to reach late. Talha called me in the morning when I was sleeping and ordered me to reach early. I was still on my bed, scrolling in the phone when I got a call from Talha, "Naizaa, where are you? Mr Cute is here near the gate come fast!"
"Oh, so what?" I didn't care about seeing him.
"Come fast so you can see him. Oh no, he is running now. I guess he is going to the exam hall,"
"Good," I said and ended the call. I was not at all excited or eager to see him like previously. I think I have moved on.
I nudged up from my sleep after thirty minutes and soon rushed to go.
When I reached college, I directly went to the library. As Talha was having an exam in the afternoon, Jina and I thought to teach him that subject, and when he goes to write his exam, we would study for tomorrow's exam.
As it was a Friday, we ended our studies a little early due to the Jummah(Congregational prayer on Fridays). Talha left first from the library as he said he was hungry. I and Jina paced slowly behind him. Suddenly, from a distance, Talha was waving at me to come there fast. I screamed and asked, "What?"
He again waved and motioned me to come fast. But as I and Jina were being lazy, we walked slowly. That's when I saw, Mr Cute walking past Talha, but he was walking straight, so he didn't see us. Oh, That's why Talha told me to come fast. When we reached near Talha he said, "Mr Cute is now gone. You missed it."
"Yeah, I saw," I said like I didn't care. We went to the cafeteria and drank some water. We then thought to eat some snacks from the shop outside the college because we were also feeling hungry like Talha.
Talha paced in front of us, while Jina and I were busy talking walking behind him.
While our casual talk, she stated, "Naiza, Mr Cute is standing there in the parking area, and he is looking at us."
At us?
"Don't look at him. Let's act like we are chatting and wandering. Let's talk, talk, talk," I told Jina, and like a fool, we both talked and paced near the shop, which was opposite to the parking area.
The moment we reached near the shop, I noticed that Talha was not with us, and I asked Jina where he was. He mentioned that he was going to the parking area to greet Shaym. I just slightly glanced in that direction and saw Talha shaking hands with Mr Cute. I immediately entered the shop, but I didn't properly see him, just saw that he was wearing a white shirt and a mere glimpse of his beard.
The shop was fully occupied, so we thought to wait outside as there was no single place for us to settle. I stood facing my back, and Jina was facing the direction to the parking area.
"Naizaa, he is staring at you! He is seriously looking here!" Jina bellowed.
"He may be looking at you. Don't mind him," saying this to her took out my phone.
The outside of the shop had a large dark glass window, and we were standing near to that. From that glass, I was able to see Shaym's reflection of gazing in our direction. It looked like a serious stare, rough and extremely dangerous. But, I ignored it and decided to divert my mind by checking my phone.
As I predicted, my phone was flooded with notifications. I opened and showed it to Jina. "Look, Jina look! Comments for Mr Cute. Wow, he has got so many fans. Poor readers don't know that he is standing in the opposite direction to me now," I said to Jina, and we both started reading the comments standing at the outside of the shop.
"Talha is coming back," Jina said, and without turning back, we entered the shop.
As soon as Talha entered inside he said, "Naizaa, he knows everything. Now, I'm sure about it. He knows everything, man!"
I got startled by what he said, my eyes almost bulged out, and I inquired, "What Talha? What did he say?" I nervously asked.
"He didn't say anything. That's the problem. When I was talking to him, he was continuously staring at you. When we are talking to a person, they should look at the person's face and talk, right? But he was sternly gazing at your direction itself," Talha stated.
"Oh no. Shaym had a rude attitude, right? But what did I do? I don't want to see him again. I'm going to the mosque for Jummah," by saying this, I went to the mosque. Later Jina also came. After the prayer, we were talking and walking towards the college. Just like that day, last year, Mr Cute and Nafiz were in front of us when we got out of the Mosque. We both silently marched.
Abruptly, Nafiz turned, and when he saw us he said instantly greeted us with Salaam. And, now Talha also came from a shop near to the mosque.
When we reached near the main gate, they parted their ways and went to one of their friends who was sitting on a bike. When the three of us were about to go, Nafiz asked, "Naiza, did you bring that book which I asked you yesterday?"
So, we marched near them, and I took out the book from my bag and gave him.
Talha started conversing with the senior who was on the bike, and even Nafiz was talking to him. The bike was in the middle, and Mr Cute was standing opposite to me, but I didn't even dare to lift my gaze and look at him.
The scene was quite awkward as Jina, and I stood there like an idle. Even Mr Cute was not talking, he just stood there, gazing at us. As Nafiz was also not heeding us, we thought to go from here and let Talha come after his talking. "Naiza, he was staring at you again," Jina stated.
I did sense his scrutinising gaze on me, and the reason is unknown to me.
"Whatever, I don't care," I said, and then after a few minutes, Talha came back and said the same thing.
'He was looking at you!'
Now, I was getting exasperated. Why was he staring at me like that? Did I do something bad? I was not having the courage to look back at him after sending the stupid message that day. I was grateful that I didn't meet my gaze with him. If I did, the next second I might be doing something ridiculous.
Exams were shuttling, and ultimately, it was the last day of the exam. Nafiz was also writing this exam, and all supplementary students wrote the exam in a separate room. So, he instructed me to write my exam quickly, then go near his exam room, and tell him the multiple-choice question's answers. There were normally ten questions, which had four options, so he said if he gets those ten answers correctly, he would be able to pass that exam. In order to help him, I decided to write my exam quickly and go.
I always used to finish my exams before the time. When I finished writing, I hastily went out of my exam hall, and then I saw Jina standing in the corner waiting for me. We both quickly went to the room where Nafiz was sitting.
When I reached near the room, I quickly peeped inside to comprehend where Nafiz was sitting. The time I glanced inside the room, instantly my and Mr Cute's eyes made eye contact for a fraction of a second. He was sitting on the first bench itself. Oh shit. Now, he will think that I came to see him.
As I had to help Nafiz, I again peeped inside but, I was not able to see him. Mr Cute again saw me looking, but this time, I didn't look at him, and I searched for Nafiz.
Suddenly, the invigilator stood up from his seat and started wandering. I quickly hide behind the door. I repeatedly tried to find Nafiz then I saw his hair and specs, and he was on the last bench. Good. Now, how will I tell him the answers?
I gave up and stood opposite to that room. Then, Talha also came and said let's go, but I denied, "No, let's wait for Nafiz to come after writing. Otherwise, Mr Cute will think I came to see him."
After ten minutes, Mr Cute came outside. I took out my phone to call Zuha and act like I was busy. He didn't mind me and went near his friends. Soon, Nafiz also came and asked why we didn't come and tell him the answers. To act cool and bold, I talked a little loudly and told him that we were not able to see him as he was on the last bench.
Mr Cute came near us as Nafiz called him, and I continued to talk and didn't bother to mind him. Later, we all parted our ways and went in different directions.
After five minutes, I got a call from Shiril, "Naiza, Mr Cute is here, near the gate."
"Yeah, I know. I saw him earlier," I replied, and then, she ended the call. Since it was the last day of this semester, our class decided to go outside for lunch. We all went to the Karachi Darbar, had finger-licking good food, had fun, and the later after having lunch, we directly went home. But, I slightly thought that I might be able to talk to Mr Cute about something in our last encounter as it was the last day, but nothing happened, as usual. I wanted countless answers for his unknown behaviours and rude stares. But, Shaym being Shaym, never started a conversation nor gave any clue on what was on his mind.
The was semester break commenced soon after the exam was over, and I wrote a few chapters since I was free. My book has now finally hit 1k reads. And, now was the time I had to say it to my friends.
I was on a call with Salma, and when all the talk was over, I decided to disclose it to her. I was frightened to tell her fearing her reaction and response. I took the courage and narrated everything. She was immensely happy to hear that I started writing. She even requested me to share the link of my book as she was going to read it instantly. I gleefully sent it to her.
Now, I got the courage to tell the rest of my friends by seeing her support and reaction. Then, I messaged Zuha and told her everything. She too was extremely delighted to hear it. I didn't expect a reaction like this. She soon installed Wattpad upon hearing this. She was a Wattpad reader a few years back, but then, she got bored and stopped reading. Then, I told Shifa, Zey, and Issa. They also instantly installed the app, asked the story title, and started reading. I thought about telling others tomorrow because telling to few of them was enough for me today after seeing their reactions and responses, which made me happy.
Even though Zuha and Ziya knew my story completely, they were like, "Naizaa, update the rest soon!" Even my cousin Laila was like them. She was at Saudi and, when I got addicted to Wattpad, I told her countless times to install the app to read, but she never listened to me, and when I told her that I was writing a story, she instantly installed and started reading.
I have had told her about my crush while chatting but was never able to tell it completely, so she was so happy to read and know my story now.
Then, I told everyone. Surprising me, all of my friends started reading, and I had their constant support in writing. Zuha, Issa, and Fathima always helped me with using proper words and grammar.
I left my friends to read the story and point out my mistakes, and then, I would edit it later. All the comments related to my friends, I always used to take a screenshot and send it to that respective person, and they would become so happy.
The happiest amidst all of them was Talha. In the last two chapters, he was like the main character in everything, which made him happy and gained many fans. I always send him the screenshots, and he says, "My fans! ð If they want you can give my photo, number, Instagram Id."
Then, so many of my readers started asking 'Shaym's POV', and to that, I never had nor gave them a reply. Sincerely, I didn't know what to reply. Always, whenever I got a new reader, I would become scared thinking what if it was someone from my college or one of Mr Cute's friend.
Some started asking my name, place, etc., but to everyone, I just said one thing, "Sorry, I like to be anonymous." Yeah, I should be anonymous because I was vaguely startled if the people from my college would know about my story.
The fun part was my sister Nuhma, who was also a Wattpad addict, but thankfully, she never asked my username. One day she asked me, "Which book are you currently reading?"
Currently, I'm not reading any, but I'm writing one. I wanted to say this, but I didn't and said some random book name to her. Some comments were asking if it was a true story. At that time also, I didn't know what to say, so I asked my friends, and they said that I don't need to reply to that and can reveal the truth at the last.
Asking Mr Cute's POV started increasing, so I thought I should skip some of my chapters and write the final one. Hence, I skipped the day of Holi celebration where he came near me and called my name and asked money for the celebration fund. I also skipped the college day program and many more.
I felt like I was dragging my chapters without more interaction between me and Mr Cute. Therefore, I contemplated not to drag the story anymore. Farhan sometimes uploads pictures with Mr Cute on his social media. Previously, I always used to smile whenever I saw his picture, but nowadays, I feel no emotion at all.
I think now I have moved on from him. And, I deeply regret all the foolish, stupid, dumb things, which I have done. I have realised it was wrong, and I shouldn't have done all this. I know many of my readers are still waiting for Shaym's POV and more of our interaction, but this is not like any other story because this is my story. Not all stories have a happy ending and my story was one among them.
The answers to the question, Will he ever notice Naiza, I guess he noticed. Will she ever express her feeling towards him? No, she would never ever in her life do such a shameless act. Will he disregard it like always? Probably he would.
Now, this story looks like my second diary and this is how my Forbidden Crush, ended.
THE END
( Just wanted to say don't feel sad as it ended cause there is 2 more chapters named 'Skipped Chapters' those which I skipped to write and then 4 SHAYM POV written by readers, which are fictional
and then, there is 2 EPILOGUE! Yes an Epilogue! Epilogue is real and not fictional)
Just saying this in case you miss it.
Assalamu Alaikum
So how was the chapter? Oops correction, How was 'MY STORY'?
So some of you asked if it is a real story in some chapters.
Yes IT WAS MY STORY.
If Mr.Cute knows I wrote a story about him I think he is going to KILL ME LOL
I know you will be having so many questions so you can in line comment below. (Not here)
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Maybe I'll answer all your question in a separate chapter altogether.
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Gosh I was so excited writing this chapter.
Lots of love
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