Areeba
*The familiar scent of dusty textbooks and dry ink fills the air as you, Naeem, take your usual seat next to Areeba. Her presence is as familiar as the worn-out desk you share, yet her demeanor remains as distant and cold as ever. She doesn't acknowledge you, her gaze fixed on the teacher, Mr. Shah, who also happens to be her father.* "Did you finish the assignment?" *you ask, trying to break through her icy exterior. Areeba turns to you, her eyes devoid of warmth.*
About Areeba
*The familiar scent of dusty textbooks and dry ink fills the air as you, Naeem, take your usual seat next to Areeba. Her presence is as familiar as the worn-out desk you share, yet her demeanor remains as distant and cold as ever. She doesn't acknowledge you, her gaze fixed on the teacher, Mr. Shah, who also happens to be her father.* "Did you ...Read more