The psychology test was looming over Haseena like a dark cloud. She hadn’t prepared well — too caught up in her thoughts, the classes, and somehow, the quiet connection she had with her professor. That feeling was always lingering, even in the back of her mind during study sessions. It was the kind of feeling that made you forget about notes, formulas, and the task at hand.
But now, as she sat in the examination hall, the ticking of the clock echoed like a countdown to doom.
“Five more minutes,” the invigilator’s voice cut through the silence.
Haseena glanced at her paper. The first few questions were fine. Simple theories, definitions she could remember vaguely. But then came the tricky part: scenario-based questions.
She stared at the first one, her pen hovering over the sheet. “Client X reports feeling abandoned and afraid of intimacy. Which attachment style does this align with?”
She bit her lip.
“Err… anxious attachment?”
It was a guess. And she wasn’t sure if it was even right.
The next one was about Freudian theory. The concepts of id, ego, and super ego. She stared blankly at it.
She didn’t even know if her answers made sense.
When the bell rang, signaling the end of the exam, Haseena dropped her pen with a heavy heart.
“That’s it,” she muttered to herself as she handed in her paper. “I’ve failed.”
The next day, she walked into the class, head down. Her friends, Shazia and Riya, were already there, discussing the test.
“Yaar, I felt like it was easy,” Riya said, smiling. “I got the theory on attachment styles right for sure.”
“Pfft. You always say that,” Shazia shot back. “But let’s be real, I think I aced it too.”
Haseena forced a smile. “Kyun nahi, tum dono toh brilliant ho.”
As the professor walked in, her gaze shifted to Anubhav. He smiled, but the warmth in his eyes made her stomach flutter in ways she didn’t want to admit.
“Alright, let’s get started,” Anubhav said, his voice calm, as he began collecting the papers.
The dread in Haseena’s heart grew. She couldn’t even bear the thought of her result being handed to her. But when he called her name, she was almost too afraid to lift her eyes to meet his.
When she did, he was looking at her with a soft, almost amused expression. “Haseena, you did your best,” he said quietly.
Her heart sank, but she nodded. “Thank you, sir.”
As the class continued, she couldn’t help but feel the weight of her failure.
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Fanfiction✧ Phase One: A childhood full of mischief, secrets, and survival. ✧ Phase Two: A college girl's battle between forbidden love and family duty. Haseena was born into rejection. But she was also born to fight. With two brothers who love her, a grandmo...
