Tears Of Shadows E-Book

Imtiaz Ahmed

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

This book was written according to experience of the writers. In this book there are three chapters which give you real feelings about love and romance. There are three writers contributed in the book. They are Junayed Al Hasib, Tohidull Islam Nahid, Imtiaz Ahmed. 

‌Imtiaz Ahmed is a Bangladeshi music artist, entrepreneur, and digital marketer. His interest in writing and digital marketing has made him a familiar face through this medium since his student days. He is now known as a musician and digital marketer in Bangladesh after 19 years. Imtiaz Ahmed is both a guitarist and an entrepreneur, and a writer.

Leseprobe

Junayed Al Hasib, Tohidull Islam Nahid

Tears Of Shadows

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Tiyaz

I still remember the first day I saw her. It was in English. She had positioned herself at the front of the classroom and I took the seat directly behind her. My friend Harsh walked in a few moments later and noticing that there was no empty seat next to me, looked confused.

Sitting behind Tiyaz had not been my choice. Natural desire had pushed me that way and it would have burned within me had a decided to sit anywhere else. It might have been the brightness of her skin, compared to the paleness of all of ours that pulled me in. Her lips were stained coral and she smelled like candy. I assumed she did not know perfume and make-up were not allowed. Her hair was a thick sheet of black and it hung over the back of her chair, taunting me. I wanted so badly to stroke it and that longing scared me.

      “Excuse me,” she said, turning around. “How much is the Shakespeare collection for this class?”

      “I…I don’t know.” Syllabi for all of our classes arrived in the mail in the summer. I gave mine to my mother and she purchased all of the books. I’m sure my mother didn’t even know how much she paid for it. But Tiyaz made me wish I had cared.

      I watched Tiyaz as she eyed a copy of the collection that was on the desk of the girl beside her. Her eyes were distinct: almond like in shape and color. They had drifted away from me and I needed them back. Wanting to say something to her so badly, I blurted out, “I think it was around ₹4500"