Najjad's Embarrassing Proposal and Emotional Revelation

"And you... you came up to me and... and you proposed to me for marriage!" The room fell silent as everyone processed Najjad's revelation. Then, as if on cue, laughter erupted from all corners of the office. Miss Seema's cheeks flushed crimson as she realized the misunderstanding, while Najjad buried his face in his hands, overcome with embarrassment. Through fits of laughter, Principal Ali managed to compose himself enough to address Miss Seema. "Miss Seema, I think there's been a slight misunderstanding," he said, his voice tinged with amusement. "It seems Najjad mistook you for someone else."

Miss Seema nodded, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. "Yes, Principal Ali, I believe so," she replied sheepishly, her laughter mingling with the rest of the room. The next day, as Najjad and Miss Seema entered the college premises, they were greeted by amused whispers and knowing glances from students and faculty alike. The news of Miss Seema's accidental proposal to Najjad had spread like wildfire, becoming the subject of lighthearted jokes and playful banter throughout the campus. Despite the initial embarrassment, Najjad and Miss Seema couldn't help but share a knowing smile as they navigated the sea of amused faces, their bond strengthened by the unexpected twist of fate that had brought them together in laughter and camaraderie. And as the day unfolded, they found themselves at the center of a humorous tale that would be retold and remembered for years.

As the news of Najjad's true identity spread throughout the college corridors, whispers and murmurs followed, catching the attention of students and faculty alike.

Amidst the commotion, Alia, one of Najjad's former friends, overheard the revelation and was overcome with a mix of shock and disbelief. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks, and before she could process it all, she collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

"Alia! What's wrong?" exclaimed her friends, rushing to her side in concern.

As Alia's friends tended to her, Iqbal Qadri, the son of the town's wealthiest man, Ahmed Qadri, approached, his curiosity piqued by the scene unfolding before him.

"What's happening here?" Iqbal inquired, his eyes scanning the crowd for answers.

"It's Alia. She fainted when she found out the new guy was Najjad," explained one of Alia's friends.

Meanwhile, Najjad observed the exchange from a distance, his heart sinking at the sight of Alia's distress. Unbeknownst to him, a twinge of jealousy stirred within him as he noticed Iqbal's genuine concern for Alia.

As the day progressed, Iqbal's friends filled him in on the reason behind Alia's sudden collapse, shedding light on the history between Alia and Najjad.

Later that evening, as Najjad made his way home from college, he couldn't shake off the image of Alia and Iqbal engaged in a tense conversation. His heart ached at the sight, and a sense of betrayal gnawed at him from within.

Just when he thought things couldn't get any worse, Iqbal approached him with a sneer, his words dripping with condescension.

"You might look different now, but you're still just a poor guy," Iqbal remarked, his tone laced with contempt.

The words struck Najjad like a dagger to the heart, and with a heavy heart, he retreated to the sanctuary of his room, the weight of his emotions bearing down on him. Alone in the darkness, he let his tears flow freely, grappling with the pain of rejection and the bitter sting of betrayal. In the solitude of his room, memories of happier times flooded Najjad's mind. He recalled the days when he and Alia were inseparable, laughing and joking together without a care in the world. But now, those memories felt like a distant dream, overshadowed by the harsh reality of their fractured friendship.

And as Najjad lay awake in the darkness, he couldn't help but wonder if there would ever be a way to mend the rift that had formed between them, or if their bond was lost forever to the winds of change. Najjad's mother gently knocked on the door of his room, her heart heavy with concern as she saw her son lost in thought. Sensing his distress, she entered quietly, her gentle presence offering solace amid his turmoil.

"Hey, sweetheart," she said softly, her voice filled with warmth and affection. "I thought we could have dinner together tonight. Your favorite dish is on the menu."

Najjad glanced up, his eyes reflecting the pain that weighed heavily on his heart. As he met his mother's gaze, he felt a surge of emotion, grateful for her unwavering love and support.

"Mom..." he began, his voice catching in his throat. "It's been a rough day."

His mother's expression softened with empathy as she took a seat beside him, her hand resting reassuringly on his shoulder.

"What happened, dear?" she asked gently, her eyes brimming with concern.

Najjad sighed, the weight of his emotions spilling forth as he recounted the events of the day – from the revelation of his true identity to the painful encounter with Alia and Iqbal. His mother listened attentively, her heart aching for her son's pain. As Najjad poured out his heart, she could see the toll that the day's events had taken on him, and her maternal instincts kicked into overdrive.

"Oh, sweetheart," she murmured, wrapping her arms around him in a comforting embrace. "I'm so sorry you had to go through all of that."

Najjad leaned into her embrace, grateful for the warmth and comfort she offered. At that moment, he felt a glimmer of hope flicker within him, buoyed by his mother's unwavering love and support. "Remember, my dear," his mother said gently, brushing a stray tear from his cheek. "No matter your challenges, always believe in yourself and the goodness in your heart."