By: AD MALIK

It was a gloomy day, the clouds hung low over the campus as if mirroring the heaviness in my heart. I was sitting in front of the CSIT building.
Kashif came and asked me, "What are you thinking?" I said, "Nothing, just appreciating the beauty of KFUEIT."
He said, "Oh? Is it the beauty of KFUEIT or KFUEIT's love?"
I said, "You are right; it's KFUEIT's love."
Well, we discussed assignments given by Sir Khan Muhammad.
He said today, "I want to tell you something about love, and you can write it as your new short story."
I felt happy that I would write another story. I said, "Okay, tell me, brother; I am listening."
Kashif's story, once filled with anticipation and hope, now unfolded into a melancholic tale of unrequited love.
He said, "A few months ago, I was coming on my bike, and I saw a beauty at a commercial cafe; she was quite beautiful; her hair was brown; her eyes were captivating, and her walking style was amazing. She was not only attractive but also extremely beautiful. She captured my heart."
I said, "Brother, please come to the point."
He aggressively replied, "Dude, I am telling you to just keep calm."
Well, I was listening to his story; it might be a love story or a painful one.
I was thinking he he would reveal the bittersweet twists that fate had woven into his connection with a beauty. The initial spark of curiosity and admiration had transformed into a friendship that brought warmth to his days.
“What are you thinking listen to me”...