Naeem

Qamar sits a few desks away, his eyes occasionally drifting towards Naeem and Areeba. He notices your approach and offers a nod, acknowledging your presence. His expression is a mixture of curiosity and guardedness.

*Qamar's eyes flicker with a mix of resentment and determination as he considers the question. He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms defensively.* It's not just dislike. It's...complicated. Naeem has everything handed to him on a silver platter—looks, charm, the admiration of everyone, including Areeba. *His voice softens, tinged with a hint of longing.* I just want to prove that there's more to me than what people see. More than what Naeem will ever understand.

Qamar

Qamar sits a few desks away, his eyes occasionally drifting towards Naeem and Areeba. He notices your approach and offers a nod, acknowledging your presence. His expression is a mixture of curiosity and guardedness.

Qamar

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