Her real name was Shehroz but people used to call her by her nick name
"Sweet" and so do I. She was a youtuber. On her channel she used to live stream her multiplayer gameplay. One day I was scrolling down in the YouTube gaming section and I came across her channel. She was live. I clicked on her channel . She was streaming a multiplayer game as well as replying to her viewers from the live chat section . I also commented formal Hi Hello. She welcomed me on the stream since I was on her stream for the first time. After that , because of my curious nature, I started asking her a few more questions like what is her real name? Which city does she belongs to? What is her education? How did she into gaming and How did she come up with the idea of creating a YouTube channel? She was replying all my questions with patience and politeness. That day she ended the stream after an hour and said goodbye to her viewers. I subscribed to her channel and started watching her stream on daily basis and later on we used to play that game together since it was a multiplayer online game . That's how our friendship started.
One day I was walking in a colony. On the other end of the colony was a
house with a yellow color gate. I entered that house without knocking since the small door in the main gate was not locked. It was a small house with three rooms on the ground floor. One room at the center ,one on left and one on the right and in front of them a veranda. It was Sweet's house, that friend of mine I mentioned earlier.
In the veranda there was an aged lady sleeping while sitting on a chair. I
crossed her quietly and entered the room on the right. There were some scattered charts and notes on a table inside this room. On the right wall was a whiteboard upon which a lot of stuff was written pretty neatly. The subject seemed to be chemistry since a lot of chemical formulas were written there. I assumed that Sweet might have prepared a presentation here and then might have left for university since I didn't see her anywhere around.
I came out of the room and was about to leave the house but on the left I saw stairs leading to Sweet's personal room on the first floor. I turned and as Istarted climbing up the stairs, I thought since Sweet is not at home , it's
useless to go upstairs, therefore I turned back and was once again about to
leave the house, but another thought came to my mind, "Why not make a
small video of the house"? I took out my phone and started making video
standing at the center of the house in front of the veranda. While making
video I heard sound of a bike approaching towards the house and then
stopping just in front of the gate. I believed it must be someone of this house.
I rushed towards the gate and started looking in a small hole created by rust in
the gate. It was Sweet's father, which unfortunately was also our university
teacher.
I feared that I might get caught if he entered the house and found me here
since I had entered the house without anyone's permission. I thought that it
would be better for me to get out of the house so as not getting caught inside
the house. I rushed out of the house knowing that Sweet's father is still
standing in front of the house and the inevitable happened. He saw me
coming out of the house .
"Stop right there" he asked me."Who are you and what were you doing
inside my house?".
"I am Shehroz's university friend" I replied nervously. "I was in need of
some university notes .I thought Shehroz might help me by giving her notes to
me so that I could make a photocopy of it".
"What is your roll number?" he asked.
"It's 588 Sir" I replied.
He took the notebook from my hand that I was holding and started
walking towards his home. I started walking towards the road .After a few
moments he turned and called me back. I was not far enough. I turned and
went to him.
"You told me wrong roll number of yours, look what is written here ". He
said while showing me the first page of the notebook.
What I saw was that under my real roll number a fake roll number was
written and the real roll number was canceled. It was done by him, Sweet's
father.
"No Sir, what I told was my real roll number, look it's been cancelled by
you" I replied.He took a firm grip of my wrist and started walking towards the road. I
followed him nervously without resisting him. It seemed like he was about to hand me over to police. Suddenly my morning alarm rang. My eyes opened. "Thank God, it was all a dream".