SS: {Its a LoWe-Estory} Chapter 3 Pg 7 (No PM) - Page 2

Econ class was particularly boring because Zoya had always failed to find a seat close to Asad. She was busy with her doodling as the professor made closing announcements.

"Guys remember to check who your project partner for the final report is on the bulletin board"

After lecture Najma dragged Zoya along with her to make sure they were partners like every year.

"Tamatar the professor knows we ALWAYS work together." said Zoya carelessly sipping on her soda.

"Zoya My partner is Priya"

"WHAT?" said Zoya spewing out the content of her mouth "Then who is my partner"

She quickly ran her finger across the row of her ID number and she froze reading the name '

"Asad Ahmed Khan."

"Zoya are you ok?" asked a concerned Najma looking at Zoya. However, Zoya just grabbed her bag from the floor and disappeared from the hallway.

She headed straight home. Ignoring everyone in her way. She went straight to her room, locked it up and dropped on her bed. Her mouth wide opened and her eyes even wider.

"This can't be real!" she mumbled pinching herself.

"Ouch!" she winced realizing this was no dream. She was actually going to work with Asad for an entire month on the final report.

It was as if everything was finally falling into place. She walked over to the mirror and did a 360 examining herself and her hair.

She smiled and rehearsed what she would say.

"Hi, I am Zoya your future wife '."

"Shut up Zoya" she mentally kicked herself.

"Hi, I am Zoya and you are going to fall in love with me " she couldn't resist saying that out loud.

Next she walked over to her wardrobe and searched through her clothes disappointed. She grabbed her phone and texted Najma.

"Girlfriend we are going SHOPPING."

There weren't many people that Zoya could call family. She knew Njama for as long as she could remember. She grew up at an orphanage and she remains oblivious to the identity of her parents, all she knew was that she wore a bracelet on her hand that read "Zoya". It meant Life, it meant love and that was all she signified an epitome of her name. Today she was attending college, working a full time job while living on her own. She was never the one to victimize her. She loved life for all it was worth.

She returned home late that night, super excited about what tomorrow will hold. She laid out her clothes, shoes and accessories. Lying on the bed of the dark room staring at the ceiling, butterflies running wild in her stomach, she kept smiling to herself, blushing as if she was getting married tomorrow.

The following morning Zoya woke up before her alarm, surprisingly enough. She jumped into the shower and got ready. She was the first one sitting in the lecture hall which made Najma give Zoya a playful nudge.

Her morning lecture dragged on as always as the professor yapped away about the ethics of fiscal policies. During lunch Zoya hardly touched her ever beloved pizza. She felt a little nauseated from her heart beating at the speed of light.

After much waiting it was finally time for Econ. After everyone settled in the giant lecture hall Zoya's eyes searched around for Asad.

"Alright everyone, I hope everyone knows who they are working with on the final report. I will like for you to find your partner and do some brainstorming during class today."

As soon as the professor made the announcement everyone rose up and began searching around. Najma and Priya were already sitting together.

Zoya continued to search around but Asad was nowhere. She felt so lost like a child. She felt lonely and abandoned a feeling she knew all too well.

"Zoya Have you found your partner" called out Prof. Jane.

Zoya walked up to her and swallowing the lump in her throat answered with a nod.

"Well let me see if I can reassign you with another person." The professor put on her glasses and headed towards her laptop.

But suddenly she paused and raised her hand to her eyebrow.

"Oh! I almost forgot. Asad your partner had sent me an email saying he will not be able to make it today."

"Zoya's light suddenly brightened up."

The professor proceeded to note something on a sticky and handed it to Zoya.

"Here this is Asad's number he said to give this to his partner. You can call him this evening to get started."

Zoya stared at the paper in hand; she spent the entire hour staring at the poor paper memorizing each number as if it were the winning numbers for the lottery.

That evening, the phone before her seemed so heavy. Too heavy to pick up and dial his number. She felt like she would collapse and pass out once she heard his husky voice.

"Maybe I should text him?" she questioned herself.

"No that would look too weird."

After a few hours of pondering she finally mustered the courage to pick up the phone and dial the number.

Precap: Zoya at Asad's house!!!!!!!😳😉😆