Zayd's Pov :
As a guest lecturer I have only little works to accomplish.I finished my work and decided to go home. I went to the parking area and took my car.As I went near the gate some two girls were chattering and blocking the way. I got angry and continuously horned the car.Two hijabi girls one in pink and other in blue turned to see me and the pink was her.Herr name.??? Yes.Ziya!! Shaziya !!
She looked more beautiful in that. She was looking at me without blinking. I drove my car near her and opened my car's window.  I said "Assalamu alaikum" with a smile.

Wa....wa alaikum salam..She again stammered that I found so cute. I started my car to leave the place.

Ziya's Pov:

Ziya..Are you okay?? Why are you behaving weird??Wait!! Why your cheeks are red ?? What's going on my little champ? Ayesha asked.
No..No..!! It's  Nothing. I said still my heart was beating fastly.
Did you notice something? Today morning we both got caught up but he looked at only you.,Now..I was standing just beside you,but he said salam only to you.I feel something fishy,,Ayesha said.
Nothing like that idiot..May be it's because my face became familiar to him after he sent me out.
No no , I won't agree.. there is something.She said giving a teasing look and left.

I reached home and said salam to my mom.I went to my room and got freshen up.After taking ablution I offered my maghrib prayer.I read quran for sometime till the adhan(calling for prayer)for isha.And then I offered my Isha prayer.
"Let's scroll some newsfeed" , I said to myself and logged in to instagram. Suddenly an idea arised in my mind. I typed his name in the search bar.
  Zayd Arhaam Malik. His account came and I grinned like an idiot.  I saw his posts , he looked handsome in every posts. I saw some of religious posts too..Ma shaa Allah May be he is religious,I thought.
I've got a war in my mind whether to follow him or not.
I decided to follow him later and logged out of instagram. I went downstairs to have my dinner. My mom and dad waited for me at the dining table. We used to talk at the garden every night after dinner. My mom and dad went to their room to sleep. I went to my room and was trying to sleep.
Shaziya..Nice name.Okay Please Sit down..
Assalamu alaikum..
I kept recalling his words and was smiling like an idiot.
But why can't I answer him properly without stuttering?? Why do I feel nervous?? Oh my Allah..This feels strange.I never felt like this before....So many thoughts were running on my mind.., then I was fallen asleep.
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