আমি একজন সাধারণ মেয়ে,আমার বয়স তখন ১৮,আমি ক্লাস টেন এ এস এস সি শিক্ষার্থী,যখন আমার পরীক্ষার সময় ঘনিয়ে আসলো তখন আমার মা আমার জন্য একজন টিচার রাখেন,সে বাসায় এসে আমাকে পরাবে,আমি আবার একটু পড়া চোর ছিলাম,পড়তে আমার ভালো লাগতো না, এরপরও যেহেতু মা বলেছে আর কি করার,বিকেলে প্রচুর বৃষ্টি শুরু হলো,হঠাৎ করে কলিং বেল বাজল,আমি দৌড়ে গিয়ে দরজা খুলে হা করে তাকিয়ে
was an ordinary girl, 18 years old at the time, studying in class ten for my SSC exams. When my exams were approaching, my mother arranged a tutor to teach me at home. I wasn't really fond of studying—I was a bit of a lazy student—but since my mother had insisted, what could I do?
One afternoon, heavy rain started pouring outside. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I ran to the door, opened it, and stared in A boy wearing a black shirt, completely drenched, with water dripping from his hair—how could someone look so handsome? Then he said to me, "I'm Sadat. Is this Tahmina's house?" I replied, "Yes, I'm Tahmina." He said, "I'm your teacher. Come inside."
After going inside, he freshened up, and in a strict tone said, "Open your books." From his words, I could tell he was very strict—he didn't speak about anything else, only about studying. That's how my days started to pass, full of fear.surprise.One day I forgot to do my homework, and my teacher beat me severely. I stayed completely quiet, only tears falling from my eyes. After the teacher left, I wore a big, loose shirt so that my mother wouldn't see the marks from the beating. In the afternoon, I developed a high fever and couldn't get out of bed for three days. My mother called the teacher and got me leave. On the fourth day, when the teacher came to teach, I still hadn't fully recovered,Shivering, I went in front of the teacher. He understood that my illness was because of that day. But on top of that, I was full of pride. I didn't even look at him, and he realized that I was upset. He apologized for that day, but I was a very stubborn girl and didn't pay attention to his words. He wrote "sorry" in my book for me. I didn't say anything after that, and he left that day. The next day, he brought me chocolate and said sorry again with the chocolate.,But I didn't take the chocolate he gave me. Suddenly, he hugged me and said, "How much more grudge are you going to hold? This time, forgive me. It was my fault. I am really sorry." I was staring at his face, speechless. He said, "I won't let you go until you forgive me." Then I said, "Alright, I forgive you, but I won't forgive you again after this." Hearing this, he laughed. It was the first time I saw him laugh The more I looked at him, the more I was captivated. My exams came, and he taught me very well; I did really well in my exams. When the exams were over, he wouldn't come anymore, and I felt very sad. Due to some issue, he had to leave his mother at our house for a few days. After she left, my days went on alone, somehow.
Suddenly, one day, my mother said, "Tahmina, today in the afternoon someone from the boy's side will come to see you."
When a girl grows up, a mother's worries grow too. Since my father passed away, my mother never let me feel the lack of a father's love. She said, "But now, my child, I am getting older. If I can place you in the hands of a good boy, I can live in peace. Please don't refuse me. Be ready."
I have never disobeyed my mother, but what could I do? I loved my teacher, Sadat. How could I become anyone else's wife without him? Sitting quietly, I kept thinking about Sadat, tears streaming from my eyes. What should I do? How can I tell my mother that I love Sadat? What if Sadat doesn't love me? Thousands of questions ran through my mind. Before I knew it, the afternoon had come, and the boy's family arrived. My mother forced me to get ready and go in front of them. I had to agree, though so many times I had looked at Sadat's picture, silently thinking—"I will only be yours. No one can ever separate me from you."
Today, my mother took me to the boy's family. I sat quietly with my head down. My mother said to the boy's mother,
"This is my daughter. If you have anything to ask, please do."
The boy's mother smiled and said,
"I already know your daughter very well. What else is there to ask?"
Hearing this, a familiar voice struck me. I looked and saw—Sadat and his mother were sitting there! I was stunned. Sadat smiled softly. I didn't even know what to say.
Suddenly, my mother said,
"So, how do you like the surprise?"
The boy's mother said,
"Sadat likes you very much. But he didn't tell you before. That's why he came to see you like this."
"You are very shy, right? That's why if I had told your name earlier, you might not have come forward."
I lowered my head in embarrassment. It felt as if—like a sudden downpour of rain—happiness had unexpectedly entered my life,
গল্প চলবে..,,,,,একটু অপেক্ষা করো 😊
This is the beginning of a beautiful love story.