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Chapter 22:

Beliefs and hopes are something each and every individual needs, belief that we can do it and to hope that it would turn out best, boosts an individual's personality.

To believe is to live.

Without believing our self, we can't even move a pebble from its spot.

We believe our parents, friends and relatives to be honest with us, to love us, and they reciprocate vice versa.

We believe the presence of God above the heavens without seeing him, and believe that he won't hurt us.

Thus, believing others and ourselves makes our living easy.

Here, Alan believed himself that he can do it, he can ask Fathima the reason behind her behavior, he can know the truth behind the veil, he can paint the poster of his feelings properly, and thus, there he was, hoping for the best to turn out, he called out, "Fathima",

Fathima, who was eventually on her toes, running away like always, stilled for a second, her feet halted.

Alan taking this sign, breathed in and confronted, "I need to talk to you",

Though her back was facing him, he clearly knew that she was fidgeting her fingers, like usual, she does, while in nervousness.

"Er! Sorry Alan, but I have some work in the  library", she said turning to him, her tone, neither rude nor polite.

But it was quite intimating to him.

He was lost at her face, that he didn't recognize, when she turned away, and waled further.

Click,

Blink,

Run.

Her pace was fast this time, not taking intervals, and not even slowing down.

He followed her, calling to wait.

They say that nervousness and stress can  mislead you,and it was true in this case. Being followed by Alan, Fathima's mind started working in a frenzy, and instead of taking the route to the library, she turned a right, and reached the school ground.

Biting her lower lip, she continued to walk. As she is new to the school, she is not familiar with the School's infrastructure, she knows only a few ways she needs. Like she knows, her Class rooms, Cafe, Prayer hall, and Library. And her Couch potato lazy self, doesn't want to know anymore places in school, because she thinks by walking to all of them, will hurt her legs.

Adamant to know the cause behind this avoiding, Alan followed wherever her foot leaded.

They say, nervousness and stress, not only mislead your way, but also make you tremble and fall.

And the same fate was written for Fathima too, the over speed of her legs, didn't see a stone on the way, and her toes switched, she slipped, fumbling to the ground, her face hitting straight with a thud.

It was a blow to his face, a shock painted, his pupils dilated, heart skipped a beat, it was like a slow motion movie scene went in front of his eyes.

The next moment he was near her, worry engulfing his face.

The later who fell, slowly got up, sitting, Thank God! She didn't hurt her head, she dusted her legs while the other one watching her each move, his face was like he got a slap from a ghost or demon.

Throwing a side ways glance at his way, her nose pink of the usual happenings of embarrassment, Fathima tried to get up,

"Ahhh!", She sat back with a groan, and she slowly removed her shoe to remove her sprained ankle.

"What happened?", he took his hand to touch the red foot.

"Stop", she screamed.

"What?
You are hurt, Let me help you", he told worriedly.

"I know I am hurt and I don't need your help", she said as a gasp of pain escaped her mouth when she tried to touch the sprain.

"Fathima, don't be stubborn, let me help you", he asked again, concern was clearly seen, and he stretched his hand once again.

"No, don't touch me", She cried of pain.

"But why, you are hurt?", his voice hoarse.

"I don't want to touch me like that, please", she pleaded.

"Are you mad, I am not going to touch you for pleasure, but for help", he hit his sand on the floor, angrily.

"please, I don't like men to touch me", she cried.

His face flushed with anger, worry, concern and moreover care for her.

"I am going to help you, I will take you to the Hospital wing, come", he explained.

"please, no", she cried wincing in pain.

"Don't act like you don't like men, I know you do, and If you have so many wishes to live, you should open up yourself to your crush or someone who you have feelings for. Wanting so much, and being like you don't know the Male species exists in the earth will not help anything. Running away from us, like we are some sort of devils will not give you, or make you HP", He said angrily.

She eyed him, confused, but the moment she heard the word HP, the truth made itself clear in front of her.

Her face furious now.

"You liar, you read my journal, How could you read a girl's thoughts like that, I.., I feel ashamed", Tears fell freely,"Don't you have any shame on you?",

If Magic was real, then at the present moment, she needed it, she felt naked in front of him, she wanted to disappear from him, from his memories, from his thoughts, from everything.

All her life, Fathima was neither an open book or an encyclopedia to other's,. Modesty was her Crown, Shyness was her Clothes, Silence was her Speech. She was a pearl secured in a shell. She had her principles and she was very sure not to break them.

To her the opposite gender was indeed total opposite to her. Her life revolved around a small circle called, family. The one's whom she had talked so freely in opposite genders was her family, which was a small one.

She liked to stay in home rather to party; she liked silence than to speak bad speech;she liked to wear modest clothes than to wander naked;thus, she liked to live as a pure wife rather to marry a Man, impure.

She always lived in her world of Dreams, she had her wishes, she had her ways to achieve it, and the way to achieve them, she chose the path of honesty and purity.

She was the Princess, who waited for her Prince charming to knock her door and sweep her, to a land, far far away.

But now, for a second, a mere second, hearing those words come out of his mouth, for the first time in life, she felt her thoughts naked in front of a Man.

The walls of her Dreams cracking, her wishes breaking, and the level of embarrassment crossed the stars and skies.

On the contrary, there was a Man, who lived all his life in grief and sorrow, stuck in an nut shell, and when he wanted to come out of it, is there anyone who will give him happiness left, to borrow?

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