𝗨𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗻 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘀

5. 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭.

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Suddenly, a voice came from behind,

"Amyra!"

"Come here!"

"I'm over here!"

Amyra turned around and saw Tara waving at her. She smiled and said, "Oh, you're here. I'm coming."

"Yes," Tara said, smiling back.

Amyra gathered all her bags and walked over to Tara, who was waiting near the airport entrance. The bustling sounds of the airport filled the air, with announcements and travelers moving around.

"Let's go," Amyra said, adjusting her bags.

"Yes, let's go," Tara agreed, and they started walking towards their flight gate.

As they walked, they continued chatting. Amyra shared stories about her shopping spree and all the new things she had bought. Tara listened intently, nodding and laughing at the funny parts of Amyra's tales. They moved past security checks, the crowded waiting areas, and the duty-free shops.

Finally, they reached their gate. They looked around and found a couple of empty seats to sit in while they waited.

"Okay, so it looks like we still have some time before the flight arrives," Amyra said, glancing at the departure board.

"Yeah, we have," Tara replied. "Let's just relax for a bit."

They settled into their seats, enjoying the moment of calm before their journey continued.

"Hey, have you liked any guy yet?" Tara asked Amyra with a mischievous grin, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as they sat in the airport lounge, sipping their coffee and waiting for their flight to be announced.

"No, yaar, I don't like anyone," Amyra replied with a shrug, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "And my parents are thinking of arranging my marriage, but I don't want to do it. I want to focus on my career. I'm not ready for marriage yet. I want to travel, explore the world, and experience new things before settling down."

"Arey, that's good news, isn't it? You don't have to get married, and your parents want to arrange it for you. That's like a force marriage, right?" Tara teased her.

Amyra rolled her eyes, her face scrunched up in frustration. "Shut up, Tara! You're talking nonsense. But seriously, I don't want to get married to someone I don't know. And in force marriages, everything is forced, right? Even kiss and... stuff. I want to experience love and romance, not some arranged affair. And what about the intimate moments? You can't force someone to love you, right? It's like trying to force a flower to bloom - it just won't happen."

Tara chuckled, her laughter echoing through the airport lounge. "Oh, Amyra, you're so innocent! But I know you're curious. You're just pretending to be all shy and stuff. Come on, admit it, you've thought about it, haven't you? You've wondered what it would be like to be in a relationship, to be loved and cherished by someone."

Amyra blushed, her face turning bright red as she looked around nervously. "Shut up, Tara! I am not! And even if I was, it's none of your business. But seriously, I don't want to rush into anything. I want to take my time and find someone I truly love. Someone who loves me for who I am, flaws and all."

Tara laughed again, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore. But seriously, Amyra, you need to think about your future. You can't avoid marriage forever. And who knows, maybe you'll find someone you like on this trip. Maybe you'll meet someone who sweeps you off your feet and makes you forget all about arranged marriages."