The Billionaire's Sassy Girl

Chapter 4

AAMNA POV'S

Four months later.

I stood outside the university, excitement coursing through my veins. Today was my first day of classes, and I was eager to start this new chapter.

I was dressed in a stylish outfit consisting of high-waisted black jeans, a short white V-neck T-shirt, a baggy knitted sweater, black ankle boots, and a black knitted cap that held my hair in place. With my black backpack slung over my shoulder.

I walked into the school, heading to the English Language department for my first class: Creative Writing.

The lecture was engaging and humorous, and I thoroughly enjoyed the professor's teaching style. After the class ended, I found myself alone, waiting for my next lecture, which was scheduled to start after a one-hour interval.

I put on my headphones, escaping the cacophony of the surrounding classes. I started playing 'Robbery Bob' on my phone, getting lost in the game. Suddenly, a message popped up from my best friend, my mother, who often jokingly referred to me as stubborn The message read:

–"Hey stubborn angel, I miss having you here. How's school? Have you made friends already? What are they like? Any boyfriend?"

I chuckled and replied:

–"Ufff, housewife ufff. I haven't met anyone yet, let alone a bf. Who cares about that anyway? You know how I disliking have boyfriends. And yes, My first lesson was wonderful – I loved the lecture. I miss you too, don't worry, I'll be back soon."

I sent the message and went back to playing my game. Just as I was getting engrossed, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around to find a girl wearing a blue abaya with a scarf wrapped around her hair. She had a warm, chocolate-toned complexion, slander, with same height as me, She has siren eyes, small mouth.

"Hey," she greeted me with a bright smile.

"Great, looks like Balki's prayers have been answered," I thought, grinning. "Hi," I replied, with a smile

"I'm Jalilah. I came late – can you tell me about the lessons?" She request

"I'm Aamna. Yes, sure," I said.

She sat down beside me, and I explained a few things to her. She thanked me and then glanced at my phone as I continue my game. Her eyes widened in amusement at my reactions, and I chuckled. When I handed her the phone to play, she got caught up in the game on her first try, and I laughed at her antics, drawing the attention of the surrounding students.

"I'll play again," she said, laughing softly, I turn to my bag as I get ready for the next lesson, then the sound of notification call my attention. "You got a message from Bilki," the notification read.

"Oh," I said, collecting my phone, before responding to the message with a grin.

"Is she your friend or sister?" Jalilah asked curiously.

"Yeah, she's my best friend – the one who gave birth to me," I replied with a giggle.

"Your mother?" She asked I turned to her then node.

"Yep."

The class started filling up quickly, and before we knew it, the room was twice as full as it was earlier. I checked the time – five minutes to eleven.

"The class wasn't this full even when I came late,' Jalilah commented.

"Exactly," I agreed.

The room was now buzzing with different people and voices. My phone vibrated with an incoming message, and I couldn't help but giggle as I read it. I replied quickly, still smiling.

Suddenly, the class fell silent. Jalilah nudged me, and I turned to her. She gestured with her eyes towards the front of the class. I followed her gazed.

"What in the...?" I half yelled, my eyes widening in surprise.

Everyone turned to look at me, including him. Our eyes met, and he frowned, tilting his head as if he is trying to recall my face. Then, his expression turned deadly. I gulped, my heart racing.

"Adeel Nur is my professor," I whispered to myself, realizing the gravity of the situation. He made a fist and pointed at me, his anger evident.

"You," he said, his voice low and menacing.

The entire class turned to stare at me, and Jalilah whispered, "Did you two know each other?"

"Not now, Jalilah," I replied, my eyes fixed on the floor. For the first time in my life, I was speechless – Aamna, the girl who always had a comeback, was lost for words. I couldn't believe it. I looked up, expecting to see him glaring at me, but instead, I found him sitting on the desk with his arms folded across his chest.

Then he began to speak

"Good morning, class," he said, his voice smooth and melodious.

"Good morning, sir," the class responded in unison.