ARWAN
I'm brimming with contentment, my heart seemingly dancing to an unnamed rhythm. Pinpointing the exact source of my elation is a delightful challenge.
Could it be the exhilaration of clinching victory in our recent basketball game? Or perhaps it's the gratification of acing all my exams, those hard-earned results inked onto paper. Then again, the most plausible reason, the one that sends sparks across my consciousness, is that Zoya and I are officially a couple.
The idea of dating her, holding her hand, kissing her without restraint—it's a thrill that electrifies my very core. Being her boyfriend feels like an honour, like I've just unlocked a new level of happiness.
