Fruit of Passion

Embark On A Journey

Wania was taking the elevator down from her penthouse at 5:45am. Arsalan had arrived at exactly 5:30am as decided and gave her a call from the parking where he parked his car and waited for her. Wania was annoyed to be made to wake up and go out at this hour. She hastily throw a black chikankari Kurta  and faded blue jeans on and rushed out to meet Arsalan.

Down in the parking Arsalan was waiting for Wania. He was standing outside the car , his back against the closed front door of his car as Wanai walked in to his view.

"You are late" He exclaimed as she came to stand close to him.

"You are early" Wania sulked

"I came exactly at 5:30, as decided." Arsalan said incredulously.

"Well, that's early." Wania shrugged and Arsalan shook his head and then gestured her to get in the car. 

As the clock strikes 6:00 am, a tranquil morning drive unfolds, guiding them towards the picturesque countryside. The sun's gentle rays begin to peek over the horizon, casting a soft, golden glow on the landscape. The road winds through rolling hills, adorned with lush greenery and colorful wildflowers, their petals glistening with dewdrops. 

"Did you eat something?" Arsalan's voice suddenly broke the tranquil silence in the car making Wania come out of the serenity.

"Ah, No!...I usually don't eat anything this early. Just a cup of coffee is enough but today I didn't even get that, all thanks to you." Arsalan realized she's still irritable but didn't say anything. He kept driving the car for another 10 kilometers on the motorway and then suddenly took a sharp turn towards a dirt road and drove for another kilometer before stopping.

"Are we there already?" Wania asked looking around but finding nothing like a fruit farm in close vicinity.

"No, we are not." Arsalan answered

"Then why did we stop?" Wania said as confusion appeared on her face.

"We are here so that you can eat something before you eat my head off." Arsalan said with a flat smile as he got out of the car. Wania frowned thinking that there isn't any place for eating either.

As Wania got out of the car and followed Arsalan for a couple of yards, she saw a local chai dhaba. "Are we going to eat here?" Wania questioned

"Yes." Arsalan's one syllabi answer followed.

"Don't you think it's unhygienic here?" Wania asked again

"Don't you think you're being a snob." Arsalan answered matching her tone.

"I am not a snob." Wania retorted.

"Jury is out on that." Arsalan replied and Wania threw one light punch on his shoulder and Arsalan gave out a loud laugh while Wania said firmly,

"I am not a snob okay." as they both both walk off and took their seats on the opposite sides of a small plastic rectangular table. Arsalan ordered parathas and omelet along with strong cups of masala chi and then they both waited for the order to be served. 

The air is filled with the aroma of freshly brewed tea and the scent of spices coming from the nearby kitchen. The melodies of traditional folk music softly play in the background, creating a soothing ambiance. In about 10 minutes came plates of steaming parathas, flaky and buttery, are served alongside mouthwatering curries and chutneys. The Dhaba becomes a sanctuary, a place where time seems to stand still, allowing them to escape the pressures of daily life. It was all very new to Wania and she would later admit to herself that these were the best parathas she had ever had, though she won't say it to Arsalan.

With smiles on their faces, Arsalan and Wania bids farewell to the Dhaba, carrying the spirit of the morning's blissful breakfast in their hearts. They hit the road again, fed and nourished, ready to embrace the day with renewed energy. 

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The export business of premium quality fruits in Pakistan showcases a remarkable fusion of nature's bounty and meticulous craftsmanship. Nestled in the fertile plains and valleys, Abbas Enterprise  thrives on the country's rich agricultural heritage and commitment to excellence. From the enchanting orchards to the meticulously organized packaging facilities, every aspect of this business exudes sophistication and dedication.

The journey of these exquisite fruits commences in vast orchards that span across verdant landscapes. Bathed in the warm golden glow of the sun, the fruit trees stand tall, adorned with vibrant and succulent treasures. Each tree is nurtured with utmost care, benefiting from the ideal combination of fertile soil, gentle climate, and experienced farmers' wisdom. The result is a magnificent symphony of flavors and aromas that captivate discerning palates.

As the fruits ripen, the skilled harvesters handpick them with a delicate touch, ensuring no damage or bruising. The fruits are then sorted meticulously to select only the finest specimens. This rigorous selection process guarantees that only premium quality fruits make their way into the export market.

Arsalan was taking Wania through each particular section of the farm as he briefed about their process and procedures to her. It was a whole new world for Wania, this one more serene and tranquil than the one she's used to. She strolled through the fruit Gardens and breathtakingly beautiful orchid in a daze, absent-mindedly listening to Arsalan's lectures as she was too mesmerized by the sight while Arsalan was on a trail,

"Next comes the packaging, where attention to detail is paramount. State-of-the-art facilities are adorned with modern technology and employ highly skilled workers who carefully arrange the fruits in protective trays or crates. Aesthetically pleasing packaging designs are chosen to complement the fruits' natural beauty, while ensuring their safety during transportation......" he trailed off as he saw Wania had stopped moving and seemed to be transfixed on a lychee tree.

Standing tall and majestic, the lychee tree casts a spellbinding aura with its mesmerizing beauty. Its lush, emerald-green canopy stretches towards the heavens, creating a natural umbrella of shade beneath its graceful branches. Clusters of delicate, cream-colored blossoms grace the branches, exuding an intoxicating fragrance that permeates the air. Like ethereal clouds, these flowers captivate the senses with their delicate petals and a subtle touch of pink at their core. It stands as a testament to the marvels of the natural world captivating Wania's full attention.

"What are you looking at?" Arsalan asked

"This tree." Wania spoke as if someone put a spell on her. "I think I saw this in my childhood. Once I went to an orchid for a picnic. I was 7 may be, that was the only picnic I had with both of my parents. I remembered every detail and......This tree." Wania was in a trance and Arsalan seemed to catch feelings too. The serenity on her face was enchanting and Arsalan found it hard to look away.

In their moment of tranquil solitude, they hadn't noticed as the sky darkens and thunder rumbles in the distance, a heavy downpour begins, drenching the earth with a heavy down pour of rain. Out of their trance with a jolt as cold rain drops fell on them, they hurried through the rain, seeking solace from the relentless drops that cascade from above. Laughing and shivering, they reach the shelter of the Arsalan's farm cottage.

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