It Started with a Test… and Became Something I Didn’t Expect”
I didn’t plan to fall for her.
In fact… it wasn’t even close to my mind.
She was my lecturer.
A doctor. An engineer. A woman everybody respected—and feared a little.
In class, she was strict.
No nonsense. No excuses.
If you didn’t read, you would fail. Simple.
And me?
I carried her course.
When I came back the next session to retake it, I was already preparing myself mentally. I knew she wasn’t the type to take things lightly.
Then something happened.
I missed her CA test.
That one alone almost finished me.
Because with her… CA was everything.
I gathered courage and went to meet her.
I explained my situation.
I expected her to shut me down immediately.
But she didn’t.
She listened.
Quietly.
Then she said something I didn’t expect:
“Okay… I’ll give you a makeup.”
I was surprised.
Relieved.
Grateful.
She told me to come to her office.
That day, I went early.
Respectfully. Carefully.
She gave me the questions.
Then she told me to sit close to her table.
At first, everything was normal.
I was writing. Focused. Trying not to mess up my only chance.
Then… we started talking.
Just small talk at first.
Nothing serious.
But slowly… it became something else.
The conversation changed.
It became deeper.
Real.
We started talking about life.
Not school. Not exams.
Life.
She asked questions.
I answered.
I asked too.
She answered.
And I noticed something…
She wasn’t just talking.
She was opening up.
The test was supposed to be 10 minutes.
Just 10 minutes.
But I was there from around Zuhr…
Till almost 4pm.
I didn’t even notice time.
At some point, I forgot I was even writing a test.
It felt like I was sitting with someone I had known for years.
She talked about her life.
Her journey.
Her struggles.
Her silence.
And for the first time…
I didn’t see her as that “strict lecturer” anymore.
I saw her as a person.
A woman.
Someone who had been carrying things quietly.
She didn’t have a husband.
And I could tell…
There were parts of her life she didn’t usually share with people.
But that day…
She shared them with me.
And I just listened.
No judgment.
No interruption.
Just space.
When I finally stood up to leave…
Everything felt different.
She looked at me and said,
“Do you have my number?”
I said no.
She gave it to me.
That was how it started.
We began chatting.
Every day.
At first, it was still normal.
Professional.
Respectful.
We didn’t cross any lines.
But the connection…
It was there.
Strong.
Quiet.
Growing.
Sometimes, I would sit and ask myself,
What is this?
Because this wasn’t just student and lecturer anymore.
It was something I couldn’t explain yet.
And the more we talked…
The more I realized something dangerous:
I was starting to look forward to her messages.
Her words.
Her presence… even from a distance.
I didn’t plan for it.
I didn’t expect it.
But it was happening.
Slowly.
Quietly.
And I didn’t even know where it would lead…
All I knew was this:
It started with a test.
But it was turning into something much more.