Shattered Dreams

Chapter 6

Safiya's Pov:

"No one competes, you're all I need
Big flash, say, "Cheese, " they came petty You're my baby boo like a ghost"

As I sat down to dinner with Ayyan, the passing month echoed in my mind. Unable to resist, I ventured, My mind wandered back to Fahad, whose past behavior lingered like a ghost in my memories. Despite my efforts to move on, the threads of attachment refused to loosen. I sighed, wrestling with the internal conflict between the past and the present.

Ayyan, attuned to the unspoken turmoil, gently inquired, "Is everything alright?" His concern was a lifeline in the sea of emotions, and as I struggled to articulate my feelings, I admitted, "Nothing, it's just I miss home, my house!"

Ayyan listened, offering a comforting presence, Amidst the candid conversation about emotions, Ayyan shifted the focus to a lighter note, "Let's talk about something else. What's your favorite dish here?" A welcomed diversion, I thought.

Smiling, I shared, "I absolutely love their paneer tikka. It's just the right blend of flavors." Ayyan's eyes lit up with enthusiasm, "That's my favorite too. Great minds think alike, I suppose." Our shared culinary preference added a sprinkle of warmth to the evening, easing the earlier tension.

Ayyan's easygoing nature made it easier to appreciate the present moment, allowing me to momentarily set aside the complexities that lingered in the shadows.

we explored the depths of our shared culinary preferences, Ayyan's gaze reflected a blend of warmth and familiarity. "You know, Safiya, it's incredible how we've grown up together, yet our taste buds seem to have matured in sync," he remarked with a chuckle, evoking memories of our shared past.

The conversation seamlessly transitioned to the intricacies of our respective professions. Ayyan shared captivating tales from the operating room, the delicate dance of precision and compassion that defined his surgical endeavors. In turn, I offered glimpses into the dynamics of the corporate world, with its challenges and occasional moments of triumph.

Ayyan leaned back, a content smile playing on his lips, as he began to recount his day's adventures in the surgical world. "Safiya, today in the OR, we had a particularly challenging case. A complex surgery that demanded precision and teamwork," he shared, his eyes animated with the energy of someone who truly loved his craft.

"As we navigated through the intricacies of the procedure, there was a moment of collective focus, an unspoken understanding among the team. It's fascinating how a sterile environment can transform into a stage for life-changing events," Ayyan continued, his hands gesturing to emphasize the delicate dance of instruments and expertise.

He went on to describe the satisfaction that accompanied successfully navigating the challenges. "There's a unique feeling of fulfillment in knowing that you've played a role in improving someone's life," Ayyan mused, the passion for his profession evident in every word.

As he spoke, I couldn't help but be drawn into the world he described, marveling at the dedication and skill required in the realm of surgery.

"So, Safiya, you won't believe what happened next. The surgical light malfunctioned right in the middle of the procedure," Ayyan shared, a hint of amusement in his voice. I couldn't help but exclaim, "Tauba Tauba!" instinctively, my eyes widening in playful exaggeration.

Ayyan burst into laughter, appreciating the humor in the dramatic reaction. "I know, right? It was quite a moment. The entire room was plunged into darkness, and there we were, trying to troubleshoot the situation in the middle of a critical surgery," he recounted, the amusement evident in his expression. Our laughter echoed in the restaurant, a shared moment of lightheartedness.