As she opened the parcel, she saw a strange and fresh flower, a beautiful flower she had never seen before. A captivating fragrance wafted from its blossoms, beguiling her senses with its sweet allure, yet the flower's identity remained a delightful mystery, unknown and veiled.
Curiously, her attention was then drawn to a note nestled beside the bewitching blossom within the parcel. With trembling hands, she tried to decipher the inscriptions upon it, but to no avail. An ancient script, a language lost to the sands of time, its meaning veiled in secrecy. Who could have orchestrated this mystifying act? The question lingered in her mind, perplexing her.
Suddenly she remembered,I needed to go to class, putting the note in her bag and left the flower on her table, still feeling puzzled,she left.
Good morning, . How are you today? Palwasha replied, "I'm fine."
"Why were you late, Palwasha? When you messaged me that you were coming, you suddenly disappeared and didn't answer the calls. We were waiting for you. We were supposed to go uphill for breakfast," Sara asked.
"I'm sorry, I got a bit caught up in something," Palwasha replied.
"Alright, let's forget about it. I'm quite hungry now. I've heard they serve delicious potato parathas there, filled with tasty delights."
"You guys go ahead; I'm not feeling well," Palwasha shared.
"Why, Palwasha? Are you okay? You planned this breakfast outing," Sara inquired with concern.
"I'm just not in the right mood; you guys go, and I'll join some other time," Palwasha said.
"Alright, as you wish," Sara conceded.
After they left, Palwasha's mind drifted back to that peculiar flower and the mysterious note. Where did it come from, and who sent it? A sense of unease washed over her as she wondered what was happening.