The Stranger I Like (2.2)

 [Chapter 2]  

Zeal 

– Passionate commitment to action

You know how girls get butterflies when the guy she likes gets expressive with her? Well, I didn’t know I’d get a whole zoo of butterflies when simple emoji made my heart do backflips. 

🦋🌝😂😍👀😉🥵🌻🍀🪐🔥🎀✨💀🙊🤍🤝🫂🧣

Kya apko bohot saare emojis dikh rahe hain? Kahan? Text ke upar? Haan, mujhe v dikh rahe hain! 😂

Haha, the Dora inside me wanted to explore him more, but all I could practically do is... Nothing. Leave it! 😂

The above you see are some of the most commonly used emojis between us. Of course, he uses them, and I just love how specific he is with his emoji usage. Guys aren’t generally that expressive compared to girls, right? I mean, if I want to appreciate him, I increase the letters, I go all out like—'youuuuu make mee happyyyyy, youuuu aree the bestttttt'.And he responds with 'Thank you so much ✨🎀.'

Now, imagine the same “thank you” without those emojis. It would sound so fika fika, right? Just those emojis take it to a whole new level—like he actually cares when I appreciate him, and he’s happy about it. And honestly, this is exactly how he reacts to my words. Sure, I have friends who aren’t that expressive, and some who are great with words but have no clue about using emojis. We all just end up filling our texts with 😂🤣😌, maybe throw in 🙂 if we’re feeling fancy.

But... HIM! Oh My God. He has a million ways to express himself with emojis & it might seem like no big deal to most of you but to me... it’s everything. I just feel so... so so good every time. I love how he can say so much with just a few words and some clever emojis.

By the way, everything was bearable until this one moment. I told him something (which I obviously won’t share), and his reply was Thank you with 🫂🧣.

That hug emoji... My goodnessssss! 

It was the first time he used it for me, and I’m blushing harder than a tomato on fire. Why, why, why?!! I shouldn’t be feeling this way... Hahh... Controlllllllll.

Now, hold up. All of this is cute, but what’s up with that scarf like thing? Can someone please tell me what that means? Or... should I just take it as he’s trying to pull me closer by my dupatta for a hug?(such a cutie)

Anyways... guys, my man’s been super stressed lately, and here I am, chilling like nothing’s wrong. I mean, yeah, I’ve got my own stress—housework, studies, and the whole deal—but I can’t stand seeing him stressed. I just wish I could turn him on. No no, don’t get me wrong! I mean, I wish I could help him reduce his stress. He’s so stressed out that he even caught a fever. The fever that this cold winter couldn’t give him, but this damn stress did. 

I thought about helping him, but we can’t meet. Longggggggg Distanceeeee it is. 

All I’ve got is a phone, so I texted him this:

"As you're facing all this stress with studies, work, and now a fever too, let me give a try to virtually turn your mood better.

Medical studies are wild, seriously. It's like you signed up to save lives but ended up trapped in a Netflix thriller where the textbooks are plotting your downfall. One minute you're flipping through anatomy, and the next, you're stuck decoding words so long they look like ancient spells or someone's forgotten Wi-Fi password. And the fever? Oh, that's just your body's dramatic way of saying, 'System Overheating. Reboot Required.' Your immune system must be in a full-blown crisis meeting right now, like, "Sir, textbooks have launched a coordinated attack. Should we crank up the temperature for added effect?"

And let's be real—textbooks aren't just books; they're those clingy friends who won't stop talking about their tragic past, expect you to memorize every artery's family tree, and still act offended when you forget which vein betrayed which organ in chapter 27. They’re basically medical gossip columns: “Did you hear? Coughing could mean a mild cold... or your entire system collapsing in 3...2...1.” The emotional damage is worse than the workload.

But the key player here is your brain. That poor thing is out here buffering harder than a YouTube video on 2G. It's juggling the entire Krebs cycle, five enzyme names you can't pronounce, and still struggling to remember if you had lunch. Honestly, you're a medical marvel yourself—fever, stress, memory fog? You've basically become the living case study of  PCS ("Post-Cramming Syndrome.") Symptoms? Brain fog, extreme sarcasm, and sudden emotional breakdowns mid-page flip. Treatment? Prescription naps, meme therapy, and a double dose of "Bro, chill."

But hey, think about it—you're one breakdown away from discovering a whole new medical term for what you're going through: "Cerebral Meltdown Disorder." Symptoms? Involuntary eye-rolling at complex diagrams, sudden urge to nap mid-sentence, and questioning every life choice since 'I want to be a doctor.' Treatment? Well, it's either binge-watching meme pages or bribing your immune system with paracetamol till it stops acting like a drama queen.

But jokes aside, you're genuinely doing better than you think. If your textbooks had feelings, they'd be terrified of you. So, stay strong—you're literally one step away from flexing those doctor vibes where you casually diagnose every uncle at family weddings. And if the fever tries to pull more drama? Just tell it, 'Not today, pyrexia. Not today.'