THE FIRST SHOT

I am Shami, a young man living in the bustling city of Punjab. Growing up, I had always been taught the importance of hard work and perseverance. My parents worked hard to provide for me and my younger sister, and I had learned to appreciate the value of every penny.

When it came time for college, I was determined to make the most of my opportunities. I had always loved learning, and I was eager to pursue my passions in life. On my first day of college, I was both nervous and excited. I had never been in a classroom setting with so many people before, and the thought of making new friends and connections was thrilling.

As I walked into my first class, I noticed a girl sitting in the front row. She was stunningly beautiful, with long, flowing hair and a perfectly symmetrical face. I couldn't help but stare at her, but she didn't seem to notice me. I sat down a few rows behind her, feeling slightly dejected.

Over the next few days, I saw her around campus, but I never got the chance to talk to her. I found out her name was Amna, and she was studying in a different class from mine. I couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated by her, but at the same time, I was intrigued by her grace and elegance.

I couldn't stop thinking about her. I wanted to get to know her better, but I wasn't sure how to approach her. I confided in my best friend, Ali, who had been my friend since childhood. He was a bit of a ladies' man and always knew how to charm the ladies.

"Bro, you gotta make a move," Ali said. "Trust me, I know these things."

I rolled my eyes. "It's not that simple, Ali. She's from a different world than me. She's rich, and I'm just a middle-class guy trying to make something of myself."

Ali shrugged. "Love knows no boundaries, man. Just be yourself and see where it takes you."

I took his advice to heart and decided to take things slow with Amna. We continued to run into each other on campus.

One day, Ali came up to me with a big grin on his face. "I've got an idea, bro. You should serenade her under her balcony like in the movies."

I rolled my eyes. "That's a terrible idea, Ali. I can't sing to save my life."

Ali waved his hand dismissively. "Details, details. Just go for it. Trust me, girls love that kind of thing."

I wasn't so sure, but I decided to give it a try. That night, I snuck over to Amna's house and stood beneath her balcony. I cleared my throat and started to sing a cheesy love song. To my horror, my voice cracked halfway through the first verse,

The guards of Amna's house had thrown me out without a second thought, and I was left to dust myself off and pick up my shattered pride.

Ali looked down at me with a smug expression and laughing

"Well, we'll have to come up with something better next time," he said, patting me on the back.

My confidence was at an all-time low.

One day, we were sitting in the college cafeteria, trying to come up with a new plan. Ali had suggested that I can give flower to impress Amna.

The next day at college, I was determined to make things right with Amna. I had spent the whole night thinking about the flower plan, and I was convinced that this time, I would impress her for sure.

I arrived at college early, feeling confident and excited. I spotted Amna talking to some of her friends near the entrance of the building. As I approached her, I pulled out a single red rose from my backpack.

But just as I was about to hand her the flower, someone bumped into me from behind, causing me to stumble forward. The rose flew out of my hand and landed on the ground a few feet away.

I turned to see who had bumped into me, only to find myself face-to-face with the ugliest girl I had ever seen. She was tall and lanky, with wild hair and crooked teeth. And she was holding my rose in her hand, a look of confusion on her face.

"Um, excuse me?" I said, trying to take the rose back.

But the girl seemed to think that the rose was meant for her. She smiled broadly and clutched it to her chest, as if it was the most precious thing in the world.

"Thank you!" she exclaimed. "I've never gotten a flower before!"

I could feel my face turning red with embarrassment. Amna and her friends were giggling behind their hands, clearly enjoying the spectacle.

To make matters worse, the ugly girl seemed to think that I was interested in her. She started following me around, trying to engage me in conversation and holding onto my arm. Her friends joined in too, cackling and making crude jokes at my expense.

I tried to ignore them, but it was impossible. Everywhere I went, they seemed to be there, lurking in the background and making my life miserable.