She closed her eyes, unshed tears rimmed her eyelashes, tilting her chin up and brought her face up. This was her unwilling consent to prove that she indeed loved him. Realizing little that love demands no proves, only the heart needs to connect.
H...
"The people you love the most are usually the ones you're tested with."
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A beautiful sunset laced the wide sky with flecks of light spreading like honey offering its sweetness and peace to the soul. Reminding how every beautiful start eventually comes to an even beautiful ending. The mere phenomenon radiated hope in Arina and entranced her with a new outlook.
"The sky is so beautiful from here. We usually don't get such a clear sight of it where I live in the city." Arina spoke while admiring the site. They were seated in the living area, the sky visible from the glass windows.
"Indeed, this house has a serene location. Which is why I don't want to move elsewhere." Nes answered as a matter of fact.
"You have a beautiful home." Arina genuinely praised the property.
"It belonged to my grandfather, then my father and now me. I grew up within these walls and these beautiful gardens."
"Did you... migrate from Turkey?" Curious, Arina asked.
"My grandfather, a Turkish immigrant came to England to set up his textile business and it flourished much beyond his expectations. His name was counted as one of the topmost textile tycoons in the country. My father grew up here, never going back to his country. I was born and brought up here but he made sure I stayed connected to my Turkish roots." She motioned her hands asking her to look around herself. It was the first time since Arina had entered the house that she noticed almost every piece of decor in there was of Turkish origin.
"But time fades away everything like dust. Modern industrial revolutionization has stepped over many such family businesses, eventually throwing them off this rat race. That's life." With a sad sigh, she poured some tea and handed her a cup before taking a seat on one of the plush sofas.
"We're not here to talk about me, are we?" She asked with a smile and Arina shook her head, too nervous to ask the questions that had been filling up her head.
