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Chapter-9

CAN

We reach Antalya and check into the hotel that has been previously booked. Freshening up a bit I call Osman to ensure the address of the office. Hiring a limousine Emre and I go to the predestined spot in the afternoon. when we arrive it is quite an interesting thing to gather the happenings all at once to describe it at the same time.

Getting off the car I notice an elegantly decked building that is not colossal yet magnificent to watch from outside. I feel impressed with the decoration when Osman leads us inside after a warm greeting. He informs that the office is on the fourth floor, so we take the lift when Emre starts, "Osman, one thing I can't help asking."

"What is it, Emre bey?" He replies and I feel a little curious too.

"Umm... You said that Nazmiya Aydin is the owner of the firm. She must be very efficient to handle the affair in one hand."

"Yes, so did I. But it's a joint owner, you see. Nazmiya and Nazam. Both of the sisters have an equal share in Bio Fruits. As a result of this, each of them takes care of their respective fields. For example, while Nazmiya brings out the innovative formulas, Nazam mainly deals with the finance department."

"Aren't Nazam is the face of the products?" I ask.

"Yeah! As you can see the firm started from Zero, my friends didn't have anything to pay for the modelling. For this reason, Nazmiya brought the idea and encouraged her sister to take this initiative. People liked it, so later when the company flourished they didn't reckon it important to bring any change in the labels and advertising by approaching any famous face. That's it." He explains.

"Yeah, Yeah! I know that. You have already told me the story more than once. But the thing is that when I searched it on google I found the name, Leila Aydin more than the one you just suggested, Nazam. Whereas I didn't get anything helpful to learn about the second sister, Nazmiya Aydin." I complete and Osman just smiles. When he is about to say something parting his lips, out of nowhere Emre jumps on his feet, grabbing me by my hand as he demands, "What did you say? Leila Aydin!!!"

"Well, yes! What's wrong with you, Emre?" I try to read his face which has suddenly turned very excited.

"My goodness!" He exclaims "Why didn't any of you say it before?" He releases my hand and pulls out the phone from his pocket and starts to type something vigorously.

"Is everything alright, Emre bey?" Osman implores.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Fi... Ahhhh..." He sounds very abrupt as his pupils get dilated, looking at the phone display.
"Allah! Allah!" Osman looks back at me and I give him a confused stare too. "Abi! Osman! Where have you two taken me to? My goodness! I can't believe it! It's her! It's her! It's her! I have found her at last. My god! I can't thank you enough for this offer, Osman. And, Abi,  I can't be more grateful to you for agreeing to his proposal!"

None of us is capable enough to make out anything after watching him so emotional and tearful by his eyes when he continues, " Fool!!! Why didn't I check myself anything on the Internet? If I did it before, we could celebrate my effortless quest. But the waiting does worth it. I am finally gonna meet my blue beauty after five years long!"

"Emre!" I hold him by his shoulder and deliberately ask, "Why are you getting so much delirious? What are you even talking about, man? I can't find any clue!"

"Yes, Emre bey. You are making me nervous. Tell us what is wrong?"

"Inshallah! Nothing is wrong!" Lifting his face from the phone he looks straight at Osman as he says, "Even I don't remember whether I have ever felt any better than what I feel now. And the credit is all yours, Osman. Because without you, I  could not get any clue about Leila Aydin again in my life. Tell me, man, why didn't you inform that before? You always called her Nazam. That's why I could not make out anything. If only you said, Leila Aydin instead of Nazam Aydin..."

Osman laughs and I feel an urge to roll my eyes hearing his lunatic words.

"Oh, Emre bey, you almost scared me. Moreover, how would I know about your love swoon state? Coming to the point, before you grumble at me let me explain that Nazam is Leila's middle name. It's not just Leila Aydin but Leila Nazam Aydin. Nazam is the name of her babaanne( father's mother) for this reason people in her village call her by that name since she was a baby. I thought you would know the detail after checking on the internet. But you didn't."

"Yes, I didn't for I assumed Abi was doing his best in that area. After all, he is the one who takes care of all this stuff." He gives me a knitted stare and I shrug my shoulder innocently.

"How would I know, brother? Never in my whole life, I have come across anyone called Leila Aydin. Osman should be the one to be responsible about it." I make a joke to tease him.

In response, Osman chuckles again as he says, "So funny, Can bey! But trust me if I had the merest hint I wouldn't disappoint your dear brother in this way. To be honest, it's our habits that mould our nature, you must agree. As you know the sisters and I are friends since our college. During those days, I used to call them by their first names but later things changed. For my love interest with my fiancee Deren I liked to visit the village often and most of the time I heard them being addressed with their respective middle names, by the by, in these five years I switched to Nazam and Nazmiya from Leila and Sanem."

My heart stops immediately for a fraction of a moment as soon as my ears catch his last. In an instant, before he can continue my tongue rolls out promptly, "what did you say? Sa...Sanem...who is she? I can guarantee, google did not show me anything result even near to that particular name, Osman."

"That is because," He begins very coolly, "Sanem does prefer her Anneanne's(Mother's mother) name to her own. And if I am not wrong, you are perhaps curious to know why there is no picture of hers on the Internet. It's because she is a camera-shy person. So, the rest of the freaking women in Antalya doesn't know her any better than you do, Sir. She is a mystery to the world of beauty for bringing such a revolution in organic merchandise. I assure you that Sanem Aydin is the best in her way. Trust my words, you are not going to be disappointed."

I just nod my head while a crazy anticipation goes through my mind still I know by my heart that what I am thinking is just a wispy fancy. I do not rely on coincidence but when the elevator opens with a click as the digital plate shows the number 4, my world collapses as soon as my eyes meet those familiar brown orbs after five years long. . Donning a smile she walks before me as I drag my rooted feet to push myself out of the steel-walled elevator.

"Welcome, Mr Divit! Welcome to Bio Fruits." She comes forth but I fail to even stir any of my limbs as my heart jumps and skips and spins making me thoroughly out of wit while Osman starts introducing us to one another.

"Abi!" Emre whispers pinching my back and finally, I come to sense that there are not only she and I under the roof but the entire office is present before me like the audience. Shoving off my thoughts I struggle to pretend normal and before anyone could misjudge my personality I thrust my hand to join hers only to encounter a splashy warm wave that transmitted from her soft skin to mine enwrapping me uncomfortably.

"Thank you, miss Aydin! It's a pleasure to meet you finally in person." My stunned stare at last moves downward from her hypnotising eyes as I notice an astounding change in her form. It makes me further nervous to gather how gorgeously she has groomed in these past years. Even after gaining a good pound of weight, her body is looking very tight and fit. Those cheeks have become more round and juicy with fats yet, her jawline can never be more perfect. Her luscious lips! God forbid! If only she were mine... Inwardly kicking my ass I eye down and observe the mellow like smoothness in her neck and chest. Wearing a pink Tube top and matching it with an open buttoned blazer she has made a grave mistake as I can not help eyeing how lovely and swollen those bosoms have become. I feel tight and my grip in her hand becomes more firm when she draws my attention with a light cough. Flicking my eyes towards hers I notice that same equilibrium when she attempts to take out her hand from mine as she speaks, "I have been looking forward for this day for a very long time."

Enhancing the strength in my fingers I squeeze her hand more as I drawl with utter politeness, "Yes, Miss Aydin, it's been very long. Fortunately, the waiting is over. So, let's begin. What are we waiting for?" With a final squeeze, I loosen my hold and taking the opportunity she pulls out her hand with a shaky nod and nervous smile while a pink tint covers both of her cheeks.

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