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Unspoken Love: A Journey to Success

MD Iftekhar Ferdous

Scenario: A one side love story of a Young boy. The boy had no interest in girls but when he meet that girl his life changed. His one side love changed his future he never expressed that to her. Many interesting and sad things happened but when he became really successful (he wanted to be successful to get her) , on a stage in his interview he expressed that . All I'm today for the want of that person. My name is Iftekhar and my Friend is Kingsuk. I'm an average student. But having good looks

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A one side love story of a Young boy. The boy had no interest in girls but when he meet that girl his life changed. His one side love changed his future he never expressed that to her. Many interesting and sad things happened but when he became really successful (he wanted to be successful to get her) , on a stage in his interview he expressed that . All I'm today for the want of that person. My name is Iftekhar and my Friend is Kingsuk. I'm an average student. But having good looks

The fascination with girls was something I could never get my head around.

My classmates seemed to spend more time chasing the girls in our class than studying for their exams.

These boys were always trying to impress the girls, be it through their looks or actions.

But what was the point?

I never understood it, and I never would.

My best friend, Kingsuk Das, shared similar views on the matter.

In fact, we were more focused on our studies and future careers than anything else.

While we weren’t enemies with the girls in our class, we weren’t exactly friends, either.

We’d greet them if they spoke to us, but we rarely paid them any extra attention.

That’s not to say that the girls felt the same way about us.

It was actually the complete opposite.

I found that I was different from the other boys in my class in that I received more attention from the girls than I cared for.

They’d often come up to me and attempt to start a conversation with me, but I never knew how to respond.

I’d always be too focused on my studies to give them the time of day, which wasn’t a surprise to me or Kingsuk.

But it was apparently a shock to all of the girls who’d tried to talk to me over the years.

Although they were pretty and kindhearted, none of them had ever caught my attention, either.

Girls had always been a mystery to me, and although I didn’t dislike them, I didn’t see the need to be involved with them at this point in my life.

I knew that a relationship would only complicate things, so I wanted nothing to do with any of them.

It wasn’t that I didn’t have feelings for anyone, either.

I just didn’t find myself attracted to any of the boys in my class.

While one might say that I had high standards, I’d like to think of it as having a clear mind and knowing what I wanted in a partner.

And what did I want?

It wasn’t something I could put into words at the time, but it was something that I was determined to find.

“I never understood why these guys waste their time with girls,” he said as he turned his face towards me.

“Me neither,” I replied, nodding my head in agreement.

Kingsuk and I had been best friends since before our parents enrolled us in our school.

We shared many interests, one of which was our indifference towards girls.

While he was extremely good-looking and could have any girl he wanted at his feet, he chose not to take advantage of his looks or charm his way into a girl’s heart.

He chose to remain single so that he could focus on his studies instead.

And so did I.

I couldn’t deny that girls were nice to look at.

I mean, who wouldn’t like looking at pretty faces all day long?

I just didn’t understand why some people felt the need to have someone by their side all the time.

To be honest, it sounded more like a burden than anything else.

“Do you think we’ll ever get involved with girls?”

I snorted at his question.

“I don’t know about you, but I don’t have any plans to get involved with girls anytime soon,” I answered honestly.

That wasn’t to say that I wouldn’t find myself falling for someone in the future.

But at this point in my life?

It didn’t seem likely.

I was already too busy with my studies and basketball practice to worry about the opposite gender.

There was no room for anything else in my life.

“Are you going to stay single forever?”

Kingsuk questioned me.

“Of course not,” I answered with a grin.

“I just want to focus on my studies now so that I can get a good job after I graduate.

Once I do that, I’ll finally have some time to relax and enjoy life.

Don’t you want that too?”

Kingsuk didn’t immediately respond to my question.

He knew that I never asked questions that I didn’t know the answer to.

In fact, it was something that annoyed him about me in our younger years.

But over time, he’d come to appreciate my thoughtfulness towards him and enjoy my company even more.

“I guess you’re right,” he finally said after a few moments of silence.

He knew that I was right.

He knew that we needed to focus on our studies so that we could get a good job in an IT company after we graduated from college.

It had always been our dream to work in a big city and earn a lot of money so that we could provide for our parents in their old age.

And we weren’t going to let anything stop us from achieving our goals – not even girls.“I’m glad you understand,” I said with a smile as I looked at him.

He returned my smile with one of his own before turning his attention back to our teacher who’d just entered the classroom at that exact moment.

As we sat in class and listened to our teacher’s lecture that day, I couldn’t help but think about what Kingsuk had said earlier in the day and wonder if he truly meant it or not.

Would we ever get involved with girls?

Or were we going to stay single forever?

As far as I was concerned?

I had no intention of getting involved with any girls until after I’d graduated from college and found a job that would allow me to support myself and my family.

Until then, I planned on focusing on my studies more than ever before.

As my parents’ only child to pursue a degree in science, they had high expectations for me.

They hoped that I would accomplish great things and make them proud of me as they watched me walk across the stage during my graduation ceremony at the end of the year.

And I didn’t want to disappoint them or myself.

So I focused on my studies more than ever before during my final year of college – even though it was one of the most fun years of my life so far.

It was fun because all of us knew that we were going to graduate soon and join the adult world once we did.

But it was also fun because all of us knew that we were going to face extreme pressure from our parents as soon as we did.

I didn’t understand the craze my classmates had for girls, especially the way they showcased their relationships on social media.

To me, it all seemed like a show, a facade that I had no interest in being a part of.

My life was simple and focused until that one day when everything changed.

The moment I laid my eyes on her, I knew that she was different from the other girls.

She was unique, and I was immediately captivated by her beauty and presence.

It was like nothing I’d ever felt before.

She was so beautiful that everything paled in comparison.

Her eyes were enchanting, and her smile was like a ray of sunshine.

She was kindhearted and always willing to help those around her, even when she had nothing to gain in return.

And I loved her more than anything else in the world.

It was a feeling that was so deep and profound, I couldn’t describe it or put it into words.

But I knew that it was real.

I knew that I wanted to be with her and make her happy for the rest of my life.

And so, I did everything in my power to win her heart and make her mine.

I worked hard not only for myself but for the sole purpose of making her feel proud and happy when she finally realized how much I loved her and all that I had done for her.

Her presence in my life was the reason I strived for success.

It was the reason I put up with all the hardships and difficulties that came my way – joy, sorrow, success, and failure.

It was the reason I woke up every day excited about what lay ahead.

And as time went on, my love only grew stronger, while she remained clueless about it all.

My love was pure and selfless, without any expectation in return – I just wanted to be by her side forever and make her happy.

She had shaped me into the person I was today.

She had taught me how to be kind, selfless, and understanding.

But most importantly?

She gave me a purpose in life.

She gave me a reason for living.

She made me want to be a better person than I already was.

And I couldn’t be more grateful for it all.

All I wanted in the end was to be able to tell her how I felt and what she meant to me.

I wanted her to know that she was the reason I did all that I did.

That she was the reason behind all of my success and the reason why I would never give up on my dreams and ambitions.

And so, I vowed to myself that I would work harder than ever before in order to achieve all that I’d ever dreamed of – not just for myself but for us.

So that one day, she would finally realize how much she meant to me and agree to be with me for the rest of her life.

I never understood the fuss that my classmates made about love and relationships.

Even during my final year of college, I continued to remain aloof and uninterested in girls – much like the way I’d always been.

To me, they were nothing more than a distraction, something that would come in the way of achieving my goals and ambitions.

It’s not like I didn’t like girls or anything – it’s just that I didn’t see the point of getting into something serious just yet.

I wanted to enjoy life while I still could – have fun with my friends and family.

And there was more than enough time for other things later on in life.

So instead of wasting my time chasing after them or dreaming about a romantic relationship like most of my peers did, I decided to focus on what really mattered: my studies.

I dedicated myself wholeheartedly to achieving success – and I took pride in being different from the average student.

I wasn’t someone who’d just go with the flow; instead, I stood out and carved my own path.

And I was proud of it.

But there was something about the way she looked at me that day.

Something about the way she smiled and spoke to me.

It was like she knew me already, like she’d known me for years – and even though I was surprised by it, I enjoyed it nonetheless.

It was a feeling I didn’t get very often, and it made me want more.

That’s why the simple act of her offering me a snack during the college gathering overwhelmed me so much.

But I didn’t understand why.

I mean, what was so special about a girl offering me a snack?

It was something I had seen happen countless times before.

Yet, there was something different about it this time around, and I couldn’t put my finger on what it was.

All I knew was that I had never felt this way before – and I didn’t know what to do or how to react.

And so, I panicked and ran away as fast as I could.

The library had always been my safe space – a place where I could think, read, relax, and enjoy some peace and quiet.

But today was different.

Despite having my head buried in books for hours on end, nothing seemed to be working – not even slightly.

My mind was elsewhere altogether, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t focus on the words written on the pages in front of me.

My thoughts were consumed entirely by one thing and one thing only:

But no matter how hard I tried to suppress them or ignore them, they refused to go away.

And as the minutes passed by, my heart raced faster and faster – almost as if it would jump out of my chest at any moment.

I had always been careful with girls – making sure not to get too close or attached to any one person.

This way, they couldn’t hurt me or break my heart.

This way, I could protect myself from getting hurt or disappointed.

And this had always worked well for me before.

So why was it any different this time around?

Was I not as immune to love as I thought?

I wondered to myself as I closed the book and tossed it across the table.

I thought to myself.

I mean, it was just a snack!

But what was so special about her offering me one?

Why did it make me feel so many emotions at once?

Why did it make me feel like never before?

What was happening to me?

I didn’t know what to do or how to feel anymore.

And so, I went back to thinking.

I spent the next hour going over every single girl I had ever met in my life.

I went over each and every encounter we’d had – no matter how small or insignificant it had been.

I went over every conversation we’d had – no matter how long or short it had been.

And yet, I realized that none of them had ever made me feel the way she had.

None of them had ever made my heart race as fast as hers was at this very moment.

None of them had ever made me lose control over my emotions as she had today.

And maybe that was because all those times before, I hadn’t allowed myself to feel anything at all.

Maybe that was because all those times before, I hadn’t allowed myself to get too close or attached to any one person.

Maybe that was because all those times before, I hadn’t allowed myself to fall in love.

And maybe that was because all those times before – all those times before her – none of those girls had been worth falling in love with in the first place.

Maybe that was why.

Because she was different.

Because she was special.

Because she was her.

But what did it mean?

What did it mean for me and for her and for us?

I didn’t know.

I didn’t have any answers.

But I knew one thing and one thing only:

I needed to find out and figure out soon – and fast.

Before my heart exploded and broke into a million little pieces altogether.

Before my life came crashing down and spiraling out of control altogether.

Before it was too late and there was no going back altogether.

And so, without wasting another second, I called Kingsuk and asked to meet him immediately.

He knew something was wrong right away when he heard the tone of my voice, and so he didn’t ask any questions either.

Instead, he met me outside the library as soon as he could.

And as soon as he saw me, he gave me a big hug and asked me what was going on.

I didn’t know what to say or how to reply.

And so I just hugged him back and started crying instead.

I don’t know why I’m crying,” I said as I wiped the tears away with my sleeve.

I don’t know what’s happening to me.

All I know is that something is very wrong.

Something is very wrong with me.

Something is very wrong with my heart.

Something is very wrong with my life.

But I don’t know what or how or why.

And I can’t take it anymore.

I can’t take it anymore.” I said as I sat down on the bench and buried my face in my hands.

“It’s okay,” Kingsuk said as he sat down beside me and put his arm around me.

“It’s going to be okay.

I’m here for you.

We’re here for you.”

It was the girl,” I said as I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself.

“The girl at the college gathering.

The one whose name you don’t even know yet,” Kingsuk replied as he handed me his handkerchief so that I could wipe my nose.

“It was because of her that you were crying?”

“I’m not sure,” I said as I tried to remember what had happened and why I had reacted the way that I did.

“She offered me her snack.”

“Yeah,” Kingsuk replied as he started laughing again.

“And you started crying because of that?

Because a girl gave you some food?

That’s why you called me here?

No wonder you didn’t tell me on the phone.”He was right of course.

He was always right about everything anyway.

But that didn’t mean that he had to be so mean about it.

It wasn’t like I had much of a choice anyway.

It wasn’t like I had anyone else to turn to either – except for him.

I was an only child after all.

And both of my parents had died by the time I was sixteen too.

“Look, I know it sounds stupid and silly and crazy,” I said as I blew my nose into his handkerchief.

“But it’s true.

It really is.

It’s not because she gave me some food or anything.

It’s because of the way that she looked at me when she did it.

The way that she smiled at me as she did it.

It’s because of the way that she made me feel when she did it too.”

“So what are you saying?”

Kingsuk asked as he put his hand on my shoulder and looked at me with concern.

“That you’re in love with her?

That you’ve already found your future wife?

That you’re going to marry her and have kids with her too?

Just like that other guy that you were telling me about the other day?

Just like that other boy whose story made you cry the other day?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” I said as I pushed his hand away and got up from the bench too.

“I barely know her at all.

We’ve never even spoken before.

She doesn’t even know who I am.

So how could I possibly be in love with her?

How could I possibly marry her?

Don’t be so sure about that,” Kingsuk replied as he got up from the bench and put his arm around my shoulder again.

“After all, who are we kidding anyway?

You’re a young man after all.

You’re a young man who’s good looking after all too.

You’re a young man who’s a student after all.

You’re a young man who has a heart too.

And so is she.

So is she too.

So what if she doesn’t know your name yet?

So what if you don’t know hers yet?”

This was crazy.

This was ridiculous.

This was insane.

This was impossible.

This was foolishness too.

And I knew that he knew it just as much as I did too.

So why was he saying it anyway then?

Why was he acting this way then?

Why was he talking this way then?

Did he really think that I had fallen in love with her?

Did he really think that I could have fallen in love with her?

Did he really think that anyone could fall in love with anyone at first sight – or first sound – or first anything?

Didn’t he know at all that love like that didn’t even exist at all?

But what could I do about it anyway then?

What could I say about it anyway then?

What could I feel about it anyway then?

Was that really just a crush after all?

Was that really just a simple infatuation at all?

Was that really just a momentary attraction at all?

If it really was, shouldn’t it have gone away by now already then?

Shouldn’t it have vanished into thin air by now already then?

Shouldn’t it have disappeared out of my sight by now already then?

Shouldn’t it have faded into the past by now already then?

Shouldn’t it have gone down the drain by now already then?

But it hadn’t at all though, had it?

After all, hadn’t it been weeks and weeks already since that day when I first saw her – or heard her – for the very first time too?

Hadn’t it been days and days already since that day when she first smiled at me – or looked at me – or gave me something to eat too?

Didn’t she still look just as beautiful – or lovely – or pretty as the very first time that she did too?

Weren’t her eyes still just as mesmerizing – or captivating – or enchanting as they were too?

Wouldn’t her voice still be just as melodious – or harmonious – or sweet as well too?

Wouldn’t her face still be just as angelic – or divine – or celestial as ever too?

And wouldn’t my heart still skip a beat – or thunder and clamor – or tremble and flutter whenever she came near me too?

But how could that possibly happen if this wasn’t love after all then?

How could that possibly happen if this wasn’t more than a simple crush at all then?

How could that possibly happen if this wasn’t more than mere infatuation either at all then?

How could that possibly happen if this wasn’t more than just a momentary attraction at all then either too?

So what could I do about it anyway then?

What should I say about it anyway then?

What should I feel about it anyway then either too?

What should I think about it anyway then either too?

Shouldn’t I have realized it already by now at least too?

Shouldn’t I have accepted it already by now at least too?

Shouldn’t I have admitted it already by now at least too to myself if nothing else too?

And so I did.

I did realize it.

I did accept it.

I did admit it.

I did confess it.

I did know it.

And I knew that I did.

Because it was true.

It really was.

I wasn’t just infatuated with her.

I wasn’t just attracted to her.

I wasn’t just interested in her.

I didn’t just like her.

I didn’t just like the idea of her.

I really did love her.

And so I said to him, “She is the only reason why I have been doing anything and everything that I have been doing so far now.”

I told him, “She is the only reason why I have been studying and working and achieving so hard and so much and so long as well too.”

And I confessed to him, “She is the only reason why I have been living and breathing and hoping and dreaming so desperately and so madly and so wildly as well too.”

Because I had fallen in love with her.

Truly, deeply, madly in love with her.

Because she had given meaning to my life for the very first time ever at all.

Because she had become the purpose of my life for the very first time ever at all.

Because she had become the very center of my world for the very first time ever at all.

Because she had become my very reason for existence for the very first time ever at all.

Because she had become my very source of inspiration for the very first time ever at all.

Because she had become the subject of my every single daydream and nightdream and wish and prayer and desire and fantasy for the very first time ever at all.

And I was scared out of mind about that.

I was scared out of mind to tell her that too.

I was scared out of mind to reach out to her as well too.

I was scared out of mind to let her know about that as well too.

I was scared out of mind to open up myself for that as well too.

And I was scared out of mind to expose myself to that as well too.

So I didn’t do anything about it at all after all then either too.

Because I didn’t do anything at all after all after that either at all after all at least until he asked me again, “What are you saying?”

And he asked me again, “Did I hear you right?”

And he asked me again, “Are you serious?”

And he asked me again, “Are you in your senses?”

And he asked me again, “Are you in your right mind?”

And he asked me again, “Are you even speaking English?”

Because I had repeated it again to him exactly the same way as before at all after that as well as that either at least until he realized it himself and said to me very seriously, “Oh my God!

You are in love!”

Because I said to him, “Yes!”

And he said, “You are in love!”

And I said, “Yes!”

And he said, “My friend, you are in serious trouble.”

Then I said to him back again, “Yes, my friend, I am in serious trouble.”

Then he asked me, “Does she know about that?”

And I said to him, “No!”

And he asked me, “Tell me something else!”

And I said to him, “Yes!”

Because yes was the only thing I could say to anything else after that because yes was the only thing on my mind at all after that as well as that either at least until he asked me again, “What are you going to do about that?”

Then I asked him back again, “What am I going to do about what?”

Then he asked me, “Did you hear what you just said right now?”