KISMET(destiny)

1.5- the end

" Oh dear diary,
Rain reminds of him, the cold breeze, the slow rain reminds me of him. The smell of this rain reminds me of him, my heart just melts for no reason and this is when I remind myself I have already fell for him and he never did, not even once."

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She was a blushing mess right now, standing beside him she forgot how to even pose for a picture. But he was excited, she could see it. He didn't go after a single picture, they took dozens of pictures while in some Zeya's perplexed expression were clearly seen.

"Show me" She scooted near to Azra, to peek into her phone while she was showing the pictures to him.

Damn, we really look good together.

She was glad that she had chosen to wear red, otherwise this picture session might not have happened.

"You both look like a couple" Azra cooed in awe.

"Can you air drop the pictures to me?" Ayaz asked , a small smile on his face at Azra's remark.

"Sure" She shared all of their pictures, even the one where Zeya's face looked funny because Azra wanted him to have all pictures of them.

Zeya looked at Ayaz who smiled at her and went near to his friends who were calling him for a class photo. She looked at him a little more, and her heart clenched at how much she had liked him in this period of time. How did he even manage to get into her heart this way? she didn't knew.

After this, they became close—not the kind of closeness where they texted each other daily, but the awkwardness was gone, even though her shyness remained.

Even if he was going to his apartment with no afternoon classes, he would turn back and sit with Zeya if he saw her near the cafeteria or corridor. Sometimes, they would text for hours, and one thing she knew about him was that when he was close, he was really interesting. He had this side of him where he could roast you to the peak, but it was nice.

Whenever his classes ends, he would come near to where she sat. They would sit and talk in the evening, he would share her posts on instagram which obviously is to tease her. Everyone was shocked to see this side of Ayaz, as he was the type who rarely gets close to girls.

Even if he was going to his apartment with no afternoon classes, he would turn back and sit with Zeya if he saw her near the cafeteria or corridor. Sometimes, they would text for hours, and one thing she knew about him was that when he was close, he was really interesting. He had this side of him where he could roast you to the peak, but it was nice.

Days passed by like this; slowly, Ayaz went back to being the old Ayaz again. His closeness was fading away in real life, but on social media, he was the same, because most of the time they just shared posts with each other.

Did it hurt? Yes a big time.

Since they were pretty close, his sudden detachment hurt her more than she could think. When he did this, she became clueless about what exactly was going on in his mind. If she could, she would open his heart and see what was really going on there.

She started ignoring him too; whenever he came her way and if he didn't see her, she would just turn back and go, not wanting her heart to be stabbed again and again if he didn't smile or ignored her.

But boy, the minute she thought it was over or she was over him, he would give that 0.2-second worth of attention to her, and then boom, it would start all over again.

" What happened to your fingers?" Ayaz asked her, a genuine concern on his face.

Look at him talking to me like he isn't the one who ignored me all these days. Bipolar old man.