The Light in Riyazul’s Sky
"The Light in Riyazul’s Sky"
>Chapter 1: A Mind in Shadows
In a quiet town wrapped in the gentle buzz of rickshaw bells and the smell of street-side singara, lived a boy named Riyazul. With hair always a little messy and a heart always a little lost, he was the type of boy who thought deeply but spoke very little.
He was preparing — or at least trying to prepare — for the SSC examinations, the first real mountain in every Bangladeshi student’s life. But Riyazul, despite all his good intentions, hadn’t even climbed a hill yet. His notebooks were barely filled, his textbooks mostly untouched. Only one-third of the syllabus had seen the light of day.
He wasn’t lazy. Just... overwhelmed. Lost in a world of deadlines, responsibilities, and a growing fear that he wouldn’t make it.
Yet, even amidst his confusion, there was one constant — someone whose name made his heartbeat stutter.
Barishu.
Barishu was everything Riyazul was not — focused, determined, and dazzling. Teachers adored her, classmates respected her, and every exam seemed like just another challenge she would conquer with grace.
She had completed her syllabus twice. Her notebooks were organized like an artist’s sketchbook — clean, colorful, and full of knowledge. But her brilliance wasn’t what Riyazul remembered most.
It was her warmth.
There was a quiet softness in the way she helped others. A certain calm in her smile. She wasn’t just the top of the class — she was the light in Riyazul’s sky.
He admired her from afar, sitting behind her in class, secretly stealing glances during group work, his heart thudding louder than any ticking clock.
He never imagined she even noticed him.
But she did.
Barishu saw Riyazul — the boy who gave up his tiffin for hungry juniors, who stayed behind to help others carry heavy books, who didn’t study much but always listened when someone was hurting.
And slowly, unknowingly, she began to care.
Chapter 3: The Visit That Changed Everything
It was a cold afternoon in February when Riyazul found himself walking towards Barishu’s home — nerves tangled in his chest. He had no idea what he was doing. His syllabus was a disaster. The exams were a few weeks away. And he needed help — real help.
He stood at her gate, fingers trembling.
Barishu opened the door herself.
“Riyazul?” Her eyes were full of surprise. And something else — something softer.
He looked down, avoiding her gaze. “I’m sorry… I don’t know if I should’ve come. I just… I can’t do this alone.”
For a moment, Barishu said nothing.
Then she smiled, stepping aside.
“Come in.”
Her room was a different world — lined with charts, flashcards, and calendars. He looked around, both amazed and ashamed. But Barishu didn’t judge him. She poured him a cup of tea, handed him a pen, and opened her notebook.
For three hours, she taught him. Explained chapter after chapter. Gave him lists of likely questions. Helped him believe, even for a second, that maybe he could pass.
When he left her house that evening, the town looked different. The sky clearer. His chest lighter.
Because for the first time, he felt like someone believed in him.
Chapter 4: Her Turn to Come
A few days later, something even more unexpected happened.
Barishu showed up at Riyazul’s home.
His mother was in the kitchen when she heard a knock — and nearly fainted seeing that girl from his class at their door, holding a folder of papers and wearing the brightest smile.
“She’s here for Riyazul?!” she whispered behind the curtain.
Barishu came inside, walked past the shocked family members, and sat beside Riyazul, who looked like he’d just forgotten how to breathe.
“I made these for you,” she said, holding out a pile of notes. “These suggestions might help. I even predicted some important questions.”
“Why are you doing this for me?” he asked, still dazed.
Barishu smiled softly. “Because I want to see you shine, too.”
And before she left, she added gently, “Also… I like being around you.”
Riyazul stared after her for a long time.
That night, he couldn’t sleep.
Chapter 5: The Magic of Belief
From that day, everything changed.
Riyazul studied like never before. He used Barishu’s suggestions, followed her advice, memorized what she highlighted — and for the first time in his life, he began to believe in something more than luck.
When the exam days arrived, he walked into the hall with butterflies in his stomach. But then — like fate smiling down on him — most of the questions were from Barishu’s predictions.
Not a few. Not some.
Most.
One exam after another, Riyazul found himself writing confidently, filling pages, and walking out with something close to pride.
Every evening, he’d text her:
“Your guesses were right again.”
She’d reply: “Told you. You’ve got this.”
What he wanted to reply but didn’t was:
I think I’ve got you.
Chapter 6: Rooftop Confession
After the last exam, the town breathed again.
One evening, Riyazul and Barishu sat on his rooftop, the sun dipping low in a sky brushed with pink and gold. The air smelled of mango trees and freedom.
They sat in silence, legs dangling off the edge, the world quiet around them.
And then Riyazul said it — his voice soft, but steady.
“Barishu, I don’t know what’s going to happen next. But I do know… you changed everything for me.”
She looked at him, her eyes gleaming in the fading light.
He continued, “Before you, I didn’t think I had a future. But now… all I can think about is sharing it with you.”
Barishu looked away briefly, her cheeks flushed.
Then she said, “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear that.”
And under the starlit sky, they held hands — no dramatic kiss, no fireworks. Just quiet hearts finally coming together.< /p>
Chapter 7: The Result That Spoke Love
Result day arrived like a storm.
Riyazul logged into the portal, hands shaking, heart pounding like a drum.
He stared.
GPA: 5.00
He didn’t believe it at first. He refreshed. Twice.
Still there.
Still perfect.
He screamed, ran downstairs, and hugged his mother — who cried tears of joy.
Then, without a second thought, he sprinted through the streets to Barishu’s home.
She was already waiting at the gate, holding her phone.
They locked eyes.
He raised five fingers in the air.
She laughed — that beautiful laugh — and hugged him tight.
“I knew you could do it,” she whispered.
“No,” he said softly. “You made me believe I could.”
Chapter 8: Same College, Same Dream
A month later, the admission results were published.
Both Riyazul and Barishu were accepted into City Model College, their first choice.
They walked into college together on the first day — no longer unsure kids, but two souls bound by everything they had survived.
Their friends still teased them, but they didn’t mind.
They studied side by side in the library, helped each other through college life, and walked home beneath sunsets that now belonged to them.
Their love wasn’t loud.
It was slow, steady, and beautiful.
Epilogue: Forever Begins with Belief
Years later, when Riyazul became a teacher, his students once asked him:
“Sir, how did you get GPA 5 when you were about to fail?”
He smiled, looking out the window.
“Because someone believed in me more than I believed in myself,” he said.
And in the back row of that classroom, Barishu — now a teacher too — smiled back at him.
The girl who was once the light in his sky… had become the sky itself.
THE END
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