Silent Ties: Fusion Of Hearts

Chapter 17

Zia's POV:

I was concerned about going alone with him at first because I was afraid I might make a mistake. I can't express how delighted I was when he opened the door for me, showing his thoughtfulness and making me feel valued. I felt like reciting a poem about his attractiveness since he looked so gorgeous. Since I had prepared for a one-on-one interview with him, I was trying to keep my emotions in check. I had to be aware beforehand that his opinions aligned with mine, or else it would lead to unpleasant interactions down the road, potentially hindering effective communication. Each of his responses warmed my heart, especially when he acknowledged my originality.

I was always dreaming up romantic ideas about my future spouses, but I never imagined that I would meet someone whose traits aligned with my visions, such as his kindness, intelligence, and sense of humor. When he revealed that he had never been in a physical relationship, I couldn't help but appreciate it, as it resonated with my values of purity and commitment. Since he lived overseas, where teen intimacy is also rather common, I wasn't anticipating this much, given the cultural differences I had considered. I wanted someone to be the first to share every tiny wonderful moment with. That's one of the reasons I've only ever been in one relationship.

My obsession with knowing what it was like to have a boyfriend led me to pursue my first relationship, driven by a curiosity to experience companionship and romantic connections. We had more happy times, and it wasn't horrible-I did a lot of things that I enjoyed. I would never regret or deny it because it was during those first experiences that I learned a lot of new things. I don't hold him responsible for our separation because neither I nor anyone else is flawless, and I believe relationships involve mutual growth and learning experiences.

We broke up because things didn't work out, but I never did it again because I recognized how much of a commitment and responsibility it was at that age. That was also the greatest choice for me because I wanted to work hard to follow my dream and wasn't ready to devote my time to someone else. Now that I'm 24, I want to have someone as I envisioned him to be, and I believe Azlan is that person because he is so good that I can't put it into words. You may wonder, "How can I express so much likeness in one meeting?" It isn't difficult to tell how a guy is on the first meeting, even if they attempt to be kind, and it all comes through in their eyes, face, posture, and demeanor. I have worked for a long time and have met a wide variety of people. Some people were courteous, those who acted courteous, obnoxious, chatty, indifferent, and a great deal more to leave out.

Everything about him made me happy from the moment we walked out: his slow pace to the car to match mine, the way he opened the door, the eye contact when he answered, the way he pondered every serious question rather than just giving me random answers, and the way he took the initiative to calm me down when I was nervous, despite being uncomfortable to talk. I suppose the instant he took the initiative to get to know me better, that was it.

There are no words to express how flawless he was in every way. Though I was unsure if he would like me, I was still incredibly attracted to him. In all honesty, I am incredibly loud, clumsy, and selfish. I just hoped he wouldn't say no to me right away. I gave him a detailed account of myself, including my dream and my place of study. We continued talking and then I received a call from my parents. They told me they had arrived at the restaurant and invited us to join them. I told him about the invitation, and he agreed to come with me.

He offered me more food than he consumed as we were seated next to each other during dinner. I was getting embarrassed as he kept passing me everything I wanted to reach out to. I told him, in a whisper, that I had hands, and he shouldn't be so formal since I knew how annoying it is to do things during supper. Everyone can help themselves if they want something, so dine in peace. After that, he stopped, albeit he still did it sometimes. My hands would only reach for what was in front of me, so I didn't try even though I wanted to since I knew I would look foolish serving him something clearly in front of him. After our dinner was completed, we bid each other farewell.

Asiya Aunty and Ifra hugged me goodbye. After we left the restaurant, my parents began discussing our meeting with me. They wanted to know if I liked him or not. I was shy, so I replied Let us wait for his response first because I had suggested waiting a while before marrying, so my answer is irrelevant if he has any problems. Their attention was diverted, and they began talking about how his parents were. My father also mentioned wanting to know more about the family before deciding.

I hurried to my room as soon as I got home and started looking through my old novels. I gathered them into a box and included all of my best eBook links, some of my favorite poetry, and a letter I had written to my future spouse. I got a piece of paper and scribbled another note, tucking it under the novel that was supposed to be stored below. I completed everything quickly and put it all together. If he says yes, I will respond like this; if not, these might end up in some old almirahs. I responded to the question in the letter I kept. It was my unrealistic expectations and means of getting to know and understand me. I had to bear my romantic, poetic, and unrealistic soul to a man I might marry since he was the recipient of my priceless collection. Rather than through my words, I want him to get to know me through these. It is the most direct way to my soul.

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