Destiny of Bloodline

Chapter 0: A New Beginning

~ Dina POV ~

New York City was like a big, welcoming friend. The streets were busy with people chasing their dreams. I walked through the crowds, my long, dark hair swaying as I took it all in. It felt like the start of something exciting.

After searching a lot, I found a cozy apartment in an old building on the Upper West Side. It wasn't just a place to stay; it was where I could do my favorite thing—music and singing.

The neighborhood was charming, with streets lined with trees and cute cafes where people sat, talked, and enjoyed coffee. It felt like a neighborhood with lots of stories to tell.

The person at the lobby desk smiled at me when I walked in. It was like they were saying, "Welcome." My new apartment already felt comfy and promising, like the first page of an amazing story.

But before I could get into my music, I had one more thing to do—go to the building's cafeteria.

The cafeteria was a nice place. It smelled like fresh coffee, and people talked softly. I worked there part-time, and the regular customers had become like friends. Their hellos and nods made me feel like I belonged. I go to the college to which is short distance from my apartment. 

Behind the counter of the cafeteria, I heard soft music playing. It reminded me of my love for music and singing, something I'd enjoyed since I was a kid. Maybe tonight, after work, I'll play my guitar and sing, I thought.

Time passed as I served coffee and chatted with customers. Life in my new building might seem normal, but there was something beautiful in its everyday routine, like a favorite song playing softly in the background.

Leaving the cafeteria, I stepped back into the lively city. My workday was over, and I looked forward to going back to my apartment—a place where I could do what I loved most, make music and sing my heart out.

I got the keys from my room number, which was 205. Taking stairs up there was such a tiring work so I'd prefer taking the elevator up there.

~ Sahil POV ~

The city of New York welcomed me with its grandeur as I stepped onto the bustling sidewalk. I had just arrived from a long international flight, my jet-black hair still ruffled from the journey. The city seemed to hold the promise of a fresh start.

After an exhaustive search, I had settled into a cozy apartment in an old building on the Upper West Side. It wasn't just a place to stay; it was my sanctuary, a quiet refuge where I could keep my secrets hidden from the world. The neighborhood exuded charm, with its tree-lined streets and charming cafes.

As I entered the building's lobby, my eyes met those of a young woman who seemed to radiate a sense of warmth. Her hair was the color of golden honey, and her hazel eyes sparkled with a subtle intrigue. She was talking to the concierge, and I couldn't help but overhear her mention her apartment number—right next to mine which was 206.

Intrigued by this unexpected coincidence, I couldn't help but offer a friendly nod of acknowledgment. 

What were the odds of us becoming neighbors in this vast city?

As she returned the nod with a polite smile, I couldn't help but wonder what stories lay behind those warm, hazel eyes. Little did I know that this chance encounter would mark the beginning of an extraordinary journey in a city that held more surprises than I could ever imagine.