She looked up and saw his grey eyes which were already focused on her. For the first time she saw his face so closely.
“he is indeed handsome” she thought.
She felt unusual attraction towards him, which she never felt before. She could feel the secretion of hormones inside her body, she was on fire. She smelt his cologne, which was different from ordinary fragrances.
On the other side steven joseph’s face was expressionless. He was good at hiding his feelings and expressions. But he was losing himself in front of that innocent face. He was getting lost in those dark eyes. He never got so much attract to a girl but now he was! Her red ears and blushing cheeks were making him crazy.“no, I don’t remember anything” she replied blinking her eyes several times and then lowered them again.
She felt something around her waist, what was it? She couldn’t figure out for a second but it was a hand! Steven held her by the waist and said
“should I make you remember?”
once again her mind got blank and she was hardly bearing the warmness of his hand, her light white shirt was unable to stop it. Suddenly she took few steps back, losing the grip of his hand and she came into her senses.
“I'm sorry I ran into you again; I promise it will not happen from now onwards, forgive me for the last time” she said it all while looking at his shoes because she did not have the courage to tell him to his face.
“good for you!” he exclaimed. “don't run into me again or I will not spare you another time” he said with a cold voice.
Without seeing she turned around and ran. After coming out of the room she recovered her consciousness and breath heavily.
“another bad day” she told herself, and entered the elevator.
*
“what took you so long? We were waiting, I was going to tell professor park” said Clara angrily.“I'm sorry I forgot the way back” she apologised.
“okay forget it, you know what Sabrina got collided with CEO as he came and spilled the drink on his branded shirt! And to everyone’s surprise he was so angry but he didn’t say a word and went back” told Clara excitedly.
“how do you know he was angry?” asked Stella.
“oh, come on his face was filled with rage and his eyes were telling that he wanted to kill Sabrina, I guess he don’t like girls. Sabrina is most pretty girl in our university, she even won the title of ‘most beautiful’ in our university last year, how come he don’t like her at all and even it was just a mistake” explained Clara.
Stella didn’t say a word in return, because her mind was rewinding the incident just happened with her.
Days were passing slowly; she was going well with her studies. She started to forget him. She got busy with her daily routine. Her life was going smoothly, her mother was happy with her because her second semester also went well. And they both spend their most time talking about the wonderful future they were going to have. Stellas life was complete, she had friends, a caring mother and a great future. Until one day her mother made her realize that she should look for a boyfriend as she was turning 23 this year, and she have to marry someday. So, it's better to have understanding first. But stella was not happy with the suggestion, every time she starts to think, only Steven Joseph came to her mind. She thought that she’ll need more time to forget him but every time her mother mentions about marriage, her mind rewinds all those memories. She wanted to forget him but she was not succeeding.
Her life took a turn and changed its direction when a new neighbour came to live in her neighbourhood. Her life changed its goal and lead her in to a new but correct direction, which stella never expected it to be.*
“stella new neighbours have arrived just next to our house at the left! You should greet them” said stella's mother.
“come on mom, I'm not a kid and I have so much to do, I'll greet them later” replied stella.
*
Next day at the university she met a new class fellow in her class, who got shifted from London. She was a Muslim, stella get to know from her hijab which she used to wore 24 hours every time she sees her. She was very friendly and easy to talk with. There were several Muslim students in her university but she was the first in her class. She never had any grudges with Muslims as she never payed attention to her religion. Stella was a Christian but she hardly visited churches with her mother because she had a perspective that when you are in great trouble or in need then you need to ask for god. Except that you don’t need to pray regularly as god created us for living our own certain lives.
Stellas view never got to change as nobody ever talked about religion to her. And she never liked this topic so her friends who were very religious avoided this conversation. But her mindset had to change as somebody was sent to do it and her life was going to change of which she never expected or better to say she never wanted to.
For a moment she tried to recognise the voice, it was somehow similar. It was Fatima! After realising she ran to her door. The reciter was silent by then. She knocked the door. She had to wait few minutes when a little boy opened the door. “yes?” the boy asked. “uhm, I wanted to ask who was reciting just now?” she replied nervously. “it was my sister” he said instantly. “can I meet Fatima?” “do you know my sister? You're her friend? “yeah” “come inside then, I'll call her”She entered, it was clean and cosy inside. there were no sceneries or pictures on the wall, instead she saw some Arabic calligraphies. The boy showed her the way to their drawing room. “you may wait in here; she’ll be coming in a moment.” he said and went to call her. As she stepped inside, she saw someone sitting. He had a short beard of medium length, wore glasses, pale colour, dark black eyes resembled to Fa
The next day, she woke up to a beautiful and charming weather. The wind was cold, but it was all cloudy. It was weekend. She got dressed in a blue jean pants and a white shirt, and wore sweater from above to feel a bit warm. After breakfast, she was doing her assignments when she remembered that she has to go today somewhere. She couldn’t decide that whether she should go or not, but stevens attitude last night let her made up her mind that she should pay him last visit and take her bracelet because it was more important to her. She couldn't lose her father's last gift.The weather was still same, but she quit the idea of wearing sweater. She was looking chic in that outfit, and with natural untie hair of mid back length swaying around her neck with the wind, made her look alluring. She took a bus and walked the half way to his office. She reached and stood outside the tall building for a while, took a deep breath and realised wind was tasting pleasant and lively. A
As stella entered the dining room everybody started to sang ‘happy birthday’.Her friends pop the party popper and they all cheered. The music started and everybody took their glasses and started to dance while stella sat on the chair waiting for cake to be arrive.A moment later the waiter entered with a large three tier cake and everybody shouted happily. Stella stood and they gathered around the table waiting for the stella to cut the cake. She held knife which was also decorated as the same colour as the cake, and started to cut the cake while everybody sang her the birthday song again.The room was decorated very beautifully with balloons and disco ball in the centre. After cutting the cake she fed the cake to everybody with her own hands. And then Clara and some other fellows mischievously put a cake on stella's face.“Clara what are you doing?” screamed stella.“oops! Its tradition” she cheered and l
Stella was sitting on the grass when Clara came to her. “stella do you know, that new Muslim girl in our class slapped Arthur” said Clara desperately. “what?” stella was shocked. “Arthur was abusing her because of her hijab since she came, and now he tried to touch her hand” told Clara. “okay, abusing her makes sense but what's the deal with touching hand?” asked Stella suspiciously. “because he is not ‘MEHRAM’ for her” replied Clara. “what's that?” asked Stella. “I don’t know much but that’s the word they use for people who cannot touch them especially its for males, they have a restriction that not everybody can touch Muslim women” explained Clara. Stella did not ask anymore. She got curious and started to had some suspicious feelings, of which she was not sure. That day as stella reached home, she saw somebody familiar in her neighbourhood. As she saw the girl closely, she realized that it was the same hijabed girl f
She looked up and saw his grey eyes which were already focused on her. For the first time she saw his face so closely. “he is indeed handsome” she thought. She felt unusual attraction towards him, which she never felt before. She could feel the secretion of hormones inside her body, she was on fire. She smelt his cologne, which was different from ordinary fragrances.On the other side steven joseph’s face was expressionless. He was good at hiding his feelings and expressions. But he was losing himself in front of that innocent face. He was getting lost in those dark eyes. He never got so much attract to a girl but now he was! Her red ears and blushing cheeks were making him crazy. “no, I don’t remember anything” she replied blinking her eyes several times and then lowered them again. She felt something around her waist, what was it? She couldn’t figure out for a second but it was a hand! Steven held her by the waist and said “should I
“well thanks” said stella and walked away to avoid any further embarrassment. “what's that? I thought she liked me too” said Arthur to himself watching her back, walking away. Stella left Arthur in great surprise. The days went by slowly, making stella more confident. She made up her mind that if coincidentally she ran into him, she will not show any extraordinary expressions and will try to stay calm like she doesn’t know him. But sometimes fate don’t support you and what you expect never gets to happen instead you have to face opposite of it. That’s what happened to Stella. “ok students get off! We are here!” shouted professor park and got off the bus. Following professor everybody got off the bus. As they looked in front of them, they saw a huge company, made up of glass as major material, above the building was a creative logo designed by some expert and it clearly presented “Mckasson”, its name. Students were amazed by the arc