Chapter 1

Kashaf's POV

Valentine's Day had finally come and no one seemed to be in a mood to study! The finals were approaching. Ya allah.. Why can't people take studies seriously. Nowadays people make out in class with all the coochie cooing. I saw my bestie Sara sitting with her boyfriend Osama kissing each other. There is nothing wrong in making out but, In Public?

"Why can't they get a room for themselves!", I wondered.

"Uhhh.. sorry to disturb your make out session.. Sara! I'm going to the library! You're coming?", I asked with disgust.

"You go on! I'll come later!", she replied and turned again to Osama.

"Better than watching Sara and Osama, I would have rather preferred to watch Asad and Zoya do eye sex in Qubool Hai with Mitwa.. Ishq pe zor nahi running in the background!", I muttered under my breathe and walked away to the library and sat on my usual corner table which was secluded and no one bothered to come there. It was a peaceful place to study genuinely.

"What a boring day!", I sighed and went to the nearby bookshelf to pick out some books for reference.

When I returned I saw a small blue box. I opened it and found a pink chit inside.

"What's this?", I wondered and opened the chit.

"Ye kiska hai?", I thought. I shrugged the thought and opened a book to read. After about 10 minutes, a blue paper plane landed on my book.

"What the!", I spoke in irritation.

I opened it and saw another song written on it.

"Ye kya mazaak ho raha hai!", I sighed and got back to reading when a paper ball hit my head.

"Allah miya! What's wrong with you!", I squealed copying Zoya, my favourite character on TV. I quickly opened the ball of paper and another song.

"These songs are my favourite songs! Why the hell is someone writing my favourite songs to me!", I spoke to myself in a whisper.

My thoughts were broken off by my ringtone. An unknown number calling me!

"Hello!", I said nervously as I picked up the call.

"Hey Kashaf! I hope you got my notes?", asked a husky manly voice on the other end of the phone. My eyes popped out when I recognized the voice. It was Zaroon. Osama's friend.. Well, I have a tiny crush on him. Okay... not tiny.. A little bigger than tiny!

"Hello! Kashaf? You there?", he asked.

"Uhh.. Yeah.. What notes? Who are you?", I asked pretending not to know the person.

"The Love Notes!", he replied.

"Ummm.. I got them.. But who are you?", I asked nervously.

"Don't pretend that you don't know me!", he said. I knew he was smirking by the tone of his voice.

"I don't know you!", I retorted.

"Really?", his voice made me shudder and I felt hot breathe on my ear.

I turned to find Zaroon who stood there with his phone in his hand a smirk on his lips.

"Zaroon!", I said nervously as he closed in on me and snaked his arms around my waist.

"Yes sweetheart?", he asked. My cheeks warmed up on hearing the word 'sweetheart'.

"We are in the library.. What if someone sees us like this?", I asked.

"So.. If someone doesn't see, I could hold you like this?", he asked with innocent eyes looking into mine. I lowered my lashes.

"Main.. Wo actually..", I trailed off.

"Why are you sounding like Asad Ahmed Khan now?", he asked. My eyes popped out at his question.

"Don't look at me like that.. And yeah.. I wanted to ask you something!", he said.

"What?", I asked in a whisper.

He tugged on my waist and pulled me closer. Our faces were just an inch apart. My hands held onto his broad shoulders.

"I love you! Will you be my valentine?", he whispered on my lips. A faint smile appeared on my lips. I lowered my lashes.

"I love it when you blush in my presence. I love the effect I have on you!", he whispered.

"Now tell me! Will you be mine.. forever and ever?", he said looking in my eyes with his hopeful ones.

I gently nodded in a 'yes'. The next I knew, his hard lips touched mine as he sucked on my lips. I stood still. I gasped for breathe and he plunged his tongue in my mouth. What a feeling that was. I responded. We kissed till we were out of breathe and finally broke apart and rested our foreheads together.

"Zaroon! What do you mean by forever?", I asked in a whisper.

"Forever means till death do us apart!", he replied.

"Really?", I asked.

"Will you marry me?", he dropped the bomb on me. I blushed and pulled him into a hug. I hid my face in the crook of his neck inhaling his musky scent.

"Only if you promise to write such Love Notes!", I whispered with a slight giggle.

"Of course sweetheart! I would write these Love Notes to you every day of my life!", he replied and tightened the hug. We remained in each other's embrace till I don't know when.