To be honest I was not updating because of my exam I'm sorry I'll try to update soon
This story is of a girl who is growing through her puberty. This story is not islamic of ur thinking that it just i liked these all the name from different different stories i uses in mine
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"Noor!!! Get up, my child. Look at the time; it’s getting late for school. Wake up quickly, come on!" said a beautiful lady with hazel brown eyes and fair complexion. This beautiful lady was Noor's mother, the most stunning woman one could ever see. She was a perfect combination of beauty, kindness, politeness, and everything Noor aspired to be.
"Ammi!! 5 min." ("Mom!! 5 minutes.") said a skinny girl, wrapped in a blanket, groaning.
"Agar abhi nhi uthi toh tumhare abba ko bulaungi." ("If you don’t get up now, I’ll call your father.") warned her mother.
Noor, taking her mother’s warning lightly, went back to sleep.
Not even two minutes had passed, and Noor was about to drift back into her dreams when she heard a voice.
"NOORRUU!!!" She jolted as if struck by lightning. It was her father, a strict and disciplined man, very particular about studies.
She rushed to the washroom to freshen up. She didn’t like it when her mother told her father everything. She didn’t want her father to scold her.
As she emerged from the washroom, she saw her sister and cousin were already awake and almost ready.
She hurriedly put on her uniform and stared at herself in the mirror. Unlike her mother, she had a brown complexion, typical of most Indians, which she inherited from her father. Her eyes were dark brown, and she had thin lips, unlike her cousin and siblings. However, she had a sharp nose, which she liked the most, as her mother often praised her for inheriting it. She resembled her mother in body type, except for her complexion and eyes.
As she stared at herself in the mirror, she couldn’t find anything that people would call beautiful. Sighing, she went to her mother to ask for breakfast. After breakfast, she returned to the mirror and applied a lot of white-toned powder on her face. She forced a smile, greeted her mother goodbye, and left. Her sister and cousin were waiting outside, so she joined them.
When she reached school, she went straight to her class. There, one of her classmates, Abbas, stopped her and started laughing. Noor became self-conscious and nervous. "Kya hua hai kyu hass raha hai??" ("What happened? Why are you laughing?") she asked. Abbas replied, "Itna kyu powder lagai haii haddi, bhoot lag rahi hai." ("Why did you put on so much powder, Haddi? You look like a ghost!") while laughing. Noor, feeling self-conscious, said, "Woh powder nhi hai samjha who thand ki waha se white hogaya hoga Aaj moisturizer lagana bhool gai na isliye." ("It’s not powder, understand? It must be the cold that made my face look white. I forgot to apply moisturizer today, that’s why.") Nervously, she aggressively wiped her face.
"Haddi," she heard someone call her that name again, sending a chill down her spine. She turned to see who it was and found her best friend, Anas.
Anas noticed how Noor was wiping her face so aggressively that it started turning light red. Noor looked at Anas angrily. "Kya hai ab?." ("What now?") she asked.
"What happened? Did he say something again?" Anas asked Noor, glancing at Abbas. Abbas, clueless, denied, "Kya yrr Anas Maine kuch nhi bola, apni biwi ko koi aisa bolta hai kya?" ("What, yaar, Anas? I didn’t say anything. Does anyone talk to their wife like that?") Abbas said cheekily. Noor, who had been looking at Anas, turned to Abbas. "Chii teri biwi kon hai pagal hai kya tu thoda sa" ("Eww, who’s your wife? Are you crazy or what?") she said angrily. She didn’t know why he always said such things to her. She wasn’t that beautiful, but she knew he was the biggest flirt in her class, a playboy who was always flirting and dating one girl after another. Noor never liked him. Unfortunately, he was her batchmate. Noor was in the 9th grade, while her sister and cousin were in the 10th grade.
Abbas joked again, "Tu!! Aur aisa kon baat karta hai apna husband say" ("You! And who talks to their husband like that?") flirting back, not realizing how much it irritated Noor to even sit beside him. Anas, who had been glaring at Abbas earlier, now looked amused by his audacity. "Abbas zara kam bola kar. Woh waisi ladkion jaisi nhi hai." ("Abbas, tone it down a bit. She’s not like your girlfriends.") Anas said. Abbas just winked at him. Noor, irritated by all this, went to sit in her place while Abbas and Anas started talking and teasing each other.
Noor sighed, knowing this was just the beginning. "Haddi"—she hated that name, and everyone in her class called her that. She was a little insecure about herself, especially when she saw how everyone else had grown taller and healthier with good bodies. She was just a slim girl, and her biggest insecurity was her arms, which everyone called "lakhdi" (sticks).
"Noor!!" Ashra called loudly from behind. Noor turned and smiled. She loved Ashra so much. She admired Ashra’s confidence and beauty. Unlike Noor, Ashra had a very healthy body, though she had a brown complexion and was shorter than Noor. Overall, Ashra looked beautiful.
Ashra was the gossip queen of their class, always aware of what was going on. She would always come back and share the latest news with Noor.
Unknowingly, Noor was part of "THE GIRLS GROUP" in her class, which consisted of Noor, Ashra, Alfiya, and Hiza.
Unlike Noor and Ashra, Hiza and Alfiya were not brown-complexioned but fair. In fact, Alfiya was as fair as milk, while Hiza was the most beautiful girl in their class. With her fiery personality and excellent academic performance, she was the perfect girl.
Alfiya was funny and beautiful but struggled with studies. Ashra was also weak in her studies but always managed to pass her exams because of Noor, who would help her during exams by sitting in front of her.
Noor was kind, studious, and, despite her brown complexion, was undeniably beautiful, just like her friends. However, she never believed it and always craved validation and praise, just like any of us.
As everyone came inside the class after the assembly, they went straight to their seats. On one bench, three people used to sit.
Noor used to sit between Abbas and Anas. Why? Because their class teacher said so. Noor didn’t like Abbas because he was always flirting, and she didn’t talk to boys much in her class—only Anas and one or two others.
Anas was a good guy with a great body and a good mindset. He used to respect girls. "Ayye Alfiya, hatna samne se." ("Hey Alfiya, move aside.") said someone from behind Noor, and Noor hid her smile while looking at Anas.
Anas, who looked embarrassed, turned back to see who dared to call him Alfiya. It was none other than Zain, a close friend of Anas, who was looking in the direction of Alfiya.
Yeah, Anas liked Alfiya.
"Noor, actually, I'm not interested in dating anyone from our school. Even though Anas is great, I'm not ready, so please tell him no," Alfiya said to Noor when she found out about Anas's feelings for her.
When everybody got to know that Anas liked Alfiya, they teased him with her name. Even though Anas claimed that he didn’t like her anymore and that it was just an infatuation he once had, no one believed him.
Noor was smiling while looking at this scene when she noticed someone intensely looking at her. She glanced in that direction but immediately turned back to the board.
That was Hariz, one of the most handsome boys in the class.
Hariz and Noor were very close until Hariz proposed to Noor and told everyone he liked her last year.
Noor, being scared of such things, denied it and limited their interactions. Even through all this, Hariz never made Noor uncomfortable and always respected her choice.
Noor used to be very naughty as a kid, always beating people up, while Hariz was a cute kid who was scared of everything. He always used to stay with her because, with her, no one scared him. But as Noor grew up, she started to get insecure and built a shell around herself.
She didn’t even look at Hariz and avoided him because she didn’t want to make him or herself uncomfortable. She looked back again to see Zain teasing Anas, who was now annoyed. Seeing this, she also started to tease Anas, pointing out how his cheeks were dark red and how he was blushing.
She was laughing a lot. Unintentionally, she made eye contact with Hariz, who was looking at her with soft eyes.
He broke the eye contact to talk to his friends, who kept calling him. Abbas saw all this and felt furious. He liked Noor, even though she wasn’t as beautiful as his previous or current girlfriends. She wasn’t his type, but she was very kind. Her personality and the way she maintained distance from every boy made him desire her more. He knew she was untouched, and that made him want her even more.
As he saw how she was looking at Hariz, he felt rage and pinched her.
Noor looked at him while rubbing the spot where Abbas had pinched her.
"Kya hai Abbas?" ("What is it, Abbas?") she asked angrily.
Abbas, happy that he got her attention, said, "Kuch nhi, apni biwi se baat kar nhi sakta?" ("Nothing, can’t I talk to my wife?")
"Uff! Wo drama khatam hogaya hai Abbas. We played that role only in the drama, warna mai tujhse baat bhi na karu." ("Uff! That drama is over, Abbas. We only played that role in the drama; otherwise, I wouldn’t even talk to you.") Last year, during a function, Abbas and Noor played the roles of husband and wife.
"Kyu? Mujhe mai kya kami hai?" ("Why? What am I lacking?") he asked smugly.
"Achai kya hai?" ("What’s good about you?") Noor asked back.
"Itna handsome hu mai, dashing, aur kya chahiye?" ("I’m so handsome, dashing, what more do you want?") Abbas said proudly.
"Bus handsome se kya hota hai? Aur dekho, agai tumhari asli biwi ja rahi hai, usko jake paka." ("What’s the use of just being handsome? And look, your real wife is coming; go and flirt with her.") She asked the question but later added the sentence as she saw who entered the class.
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