Hubble Part 1 | Fiction story

Hi steemians, from today i am going to start fiction based story series wise. I hope you gonna love it.

It was early in the morning when she sluggishly reached the bus stop. With bag hanging on the shoulder, holding a small water bottle,heaps of boredom on the face she came near the bench where she used to wait daily ten minutes for the bus.

She put the bag aside and sat on the bench. Repressing her yawn, she opened the water bottle to drink some water.

She was sweating early in the morning, with similar expressions on face as if she is not happy with the world, she was thinking about rest of coming day. There was something hidden in the permamnently wrinkled forehead, in her beautiful glossy eyes some sort of anger.

Dressed in long shirt and heans with dupatta wrapped like a muffler around neck, legs crossed and feet bouncing, she was looking here and there with criticism in her eyes, she noticed that dark skinned girl sitting next to her.

There was bag in between them while dark skinned girl sitting with her head down, eyes crossed was looking at her bag, which was all covered with her name,pen and chalk.

" **Anam Saleem_____Anam Saleem ** "
Her name was written in every font.

That girl was still looking at her bag,but Anam
Daily evaluates that dark skinned girl.

She was different from the rest. Headscarf tied at the back of her neck with an overcoat, thick lips, dark skin but bright eyes. She had such a brightness in her eye that Anam could bever look into them.She would always be hiding herself from them.

Maybe she had been seeing her since last few months at the bus stop and her attitude was same since those months.

She was very quite girl and that mysterious book! A heavy book with a black cover, was always seen with her.

There was something very special about the way she used to hold that book, it was either too pricey book or maybe she was very protective about her book.

'Excuse me - Can i ask you something?'
'Ask!'
'Whose book is this?'
'Mine!'
'I mean what it is about?'
For the time being, she could not jeep her eyes of Anam's face, tgen slowly she replied:
'It is about my life!'
'Oh' she replied in utter surprise.
'I thought ut is some ancient book?'
'It is ancient - it was written centuries ago'.
'So; where did you get this from?'
'It was placed in a library in Egypt, when i took this book, it was all covered in dust'. There was a faint smile on her face.

'I cleared all the dust and took that book with me,when i read it i got to know that somebody had kept that book over there for me.'

Anam was looking at her with open mouth.
'What interest do you find in this book?'
'I want to know more about it. Can i read it? ' she smiled slightly.

'You are a modern girl of modern era,how would you understand this ancient book?'

'But what is written inside it? What is it?' Her curosity made her restless.

'My past'
Horn blew the same moment, Anam looked ath tge bus approaching ob the road.

I should leave.

'You have also been mentioned in this book'.

'About me? What is written about me.'

'That i should handover this book to you.'

The horn blew again and she rushed to the bus without saying a word.

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