UnFading LOVE(Completed)

1- First Chat

Areena's Pov
Dated - 7 August 2015

I'm going to have the best day of my life, as I will receive my personal mobile phone today, and I am too excited about that. Mumma and Papa promised me that after I passed the 12th board exam, they would buy me a phone. I told Sara, my classmate and best friend. She is laughing at my stupidity, as I was babbling in my excitement. We are in our college canteen, enjoying Samosa.

Sara is my only friend because I am shy. But with her, I share everything. I love her, not in the wrong way. I love her because she is really a sweetheart. She understands me like a sister.

"You have to be there if you want to purchase your favorite set of mobiles."

She said this, making me realize that I am getting late for my bus. I ate the last bite of Samosa and quickly hugged her. I picked up my bag and left to reach the bus stop.

The bus is still there, waiting for me, I think. I sat beside the window chair and engaged myself in my world of fantasies. Where everything happened as per my wish. I am really a fantasy person.
The bus dropped me off at my destination. I quickly walked towards my house.

When I entered, Papa
is already waiting for me there. "You are late beta; now quickly go and get ready if you want to buy your phone today." He said.
I nodded and ran to my room.

After choosing my favorite set of mobiles, The Shopkeeper handed me my mobile phone, and I started dancing.

No, not in front of everyone. I am dancing in my heart.

The day went by in a blur after that. At night, I rested my head on my soft pillow. I opened my chatbook. There are lots of messages, as I haven't come online since Papa shut down my computer's connection for my studies.

I opened many messages, mostly from unknown boys. They always talk friendly first, and then they try to convince me that they really love me. But I know them well. These are all the tricks; there is no actual love, and I really did not like the typical boyfriend-girlfriend relationship. There is no love in them; just time passes for boys and sometimes for girls too.

I really want my love story to be like movies where music plays in the background when the hero and heroine first meet. Ya, it's too filmy, but this is me.

I opened a message from an unknown boy named Abid.  A funny joke has been sent by him.

To which I replied by an emoji-
"😂😂"

I get a quick reply from him: "Hiii, how are you?"

I replied to him: "Hii, I am fine. How are you?"

Abid : I am also good dear. So you don't use Chatsbook often.

Me: Umm... Yes, maybe. Actually, I am very busy with my board exams. But now I am free.

Abid: Ohh.... that's great dear, so what are you doing now??

Me: Talking with you.
*I said playfully*

Abid: Ya....but I did not mean that.

Me: I know, I am just kidding. I am in St. Xavier College pursuing B.com, the first year.

Abid: Good... I must say you have a very beautiful name. May I get the pleasure to know your age dear?

Me : Well... I hope you know the golden rule, never asked a girl about her age. By the way, I am 18 years old.

Abid: You told me your age, that's surprising. By the way, I am too 18 years old.

Me: Yes, I did tell you because I don't see any problems with that.

Abid: Nice thinking dear, then Why should you tell me that golden rule??

Me: I just give you some advice .Not all other girls are like me. So thats for your safety.

Abid: Ohh....thank you soo much dear, how caring you are.😆😆

Me: you're welcome.😊

I really enjoyed his company. He is really a gentleman. He talks sweetly. I think I made a new friend tonight.

I was shocked when my alarm clock started buzzing, and then I realised that it was 6 oclock in the morning and it was Fajr prayer time. I am more shocked by the fact that I was talking with Abid the whole night.

My phone whistled and informed me of a new message from Abid. I inform him about the time and prayer and bid him good-bye..

I quickly got up from my cosy bed and went to the bathroom. I make wuzu and offer my namaz. I laid back on my bed as there was still time for college. I rested my head on my pillow.

After talking all night, I got to know about him: Abid is doing an Arabic course, and he has only one younger sister named Afiya. He did not like studying much, but he is going to do an MBA. He did not even watch TV. He loves to eat, like me. He loves bike racing. And he is crazy for Jeeps.

I am in my thoughts when my phone whistles again, indicating a new message:

"I really like talking with you. I know it's too early, but I really like you. I am eagerly waiting for tonight so that I can talk to you again. Take care, dear."

From
Abid

I read it again and again. Was he really serious? He likes me.

Not at all. We just talked for hours!

I am wrong; he is also like others. How dare he think of me like other girls?

To like someone is a part of LOVE. And love is not like that.

Love is a feeling of emotions in the heart. We start liking someone after we know that they are something that matters to us. And after we know each other very well, like in movies or novels,

And We just talk to each other; how can he start liking me? I am sure he wants to make his time pass,but I will not fall for his trap. I am thinking all this and felt my eyes weighted and closed as I drifted into sleep.

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Thank you so much for reading.