Flashback (huzaifa)
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"What did just you said sara???"
I replied with disbelief.
"Huzaifa is in a fight!!" Sara repeat her words.
"Huhh ..what??"..
I overreacted
Hurriedly pack up my things and ran towards the stairs.
And then the best thing happened to me...
I dont know why the floor loved me so much.
I tip toed and ** thurr thur!!**
I fell from the stairs and landed on ground floor with my right hand under my body.
"Ouch..ayeeee...""
I screamed in pain.
Instead picking me up sara was busy in laughing.
My scream wasnt loud but Huzaifa came and tried to pick me up but I scold him.
Inspite of my scolding , he picked me up and made me sit on a chair.
"Huhhh.. bu..t..but you were in a fight?" I asked him vigorously.
"Fight !! No it was an argument! !" He answered figuring my hand and legs that if they are bruised or not.
I glare aggressively to Sarah while she was grinning .
Sarah should work as a news anchor .
One who put masala to the short accident just to get attention
**sigh**
After few minutes she left
Leaving me and Huzaifa alone.
"Ouch!! " I screamed again as he touched my right arm.
"I guess its a hairline fracture!
Come I ll take to the doc" he explains while figuring my arm.
I was lost in the world of his handsome looks .
His perfect hair
His deep brown eyes filled with care and
affection.
His brighten face.
His yellow shirt hiding his muscles
His eyebrows
As I heard him about the word "FRACTURE"
I yelled at him
"No.. never ..fracture .. its not the fracture ..I ll be fine .!!"
All the drama comes out at once and
My bravery extinct as I heard the name doctor.
I dont know why but the word doctor is annoying.
He pulled my ankle towards the left and I screamed again.
"Ayee .. ssssessss ..please stop it "
"Listen I guess we are in a serious problem .. your foot isn't moving towards left as I turned .. it hurts .. and your arm is also not in a good condition. Come I ll take to a doc nearby."
He explains calmly and asked me to get up.
"You get up &
Assemble your stuff and I ll get the car! "
Huzaifa said.
"Bu...t..liste...n--" I was refusing to go but he left hurriedly without arguing.
Girls are usually injectionphobic but I am doctophobic.
Huhhh
I tried to pick myself up but I failed as my arm wasnt working and my foot hurts too.
I searched around for help but it was 6 pm & almost everyone had left.
I wished I hadnt come late
My teacher hadnt punished me
Sarah hadnt tell that lie.
"Erghh..."
My thoughts were interrupted by a call.
YOU ARE READING
Infatuation to love
Teen Fictiona story of a muslim girl and her crushes but then something happened and she lost them. a story in which how being a crushed led u to the path where u love the person who had crushed on you ----------- We headed towards the gate and then the car. I...
