🖤❤️Anaya Khan, a strong headed, bold young woman is tied into an arrange marriage with Zayan Qasim, a cold, workaholic young man who wants anything but to get married. Both with their reasons to not call off their marriage, they end up diving head...
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The airplane is my worst nightmare.
Not literally.
But literally.
I can sit in one, but not without internal panic and constant anxiety. And don't forget the nausea.
To conclude, I hate it. But despite that I have to sit on it twice a month, once when going to Chicago to visit my mom, and once when coming back from Chicago after visiting my mom. And each time is worse than the last.
"Boarding flight-" the rest of it was a blur. I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine... and that's all I could think until I found myself sitting in my seat on the plane.
The flight attendants said the safety instructions and the next thing I knew the plane was speeding up for takeoff.
My hands clutched the armrests and my eyes were glued shut as I read my duas.
"Hey want some gum?" A voice beside me asked. Oh please don't bother me, I'm too busy panicking. I thought as I shook my head. Silence followed and I thought maybe he'd leave me alone now. Being an extrovert I love talking to people, just not on the plane.
"Hey are you okay?" The same voice asked again. I shook my head again, my eyes still shut. "Wanna hold my hand?" Just leave me alone please.
The next thing I knew my hand was fitted in the hand of some stranger. I didn't bother moving it, somehow it made me feel better.
"Hey don't forget to breathe darling," he said. I let out the breath I didn't even know I was holding in. "Try counting to ten," he added. And I did. Darn my damn plane anxiety! Stupid ducking idiotic fear!
"We're in the air now, you can open your eyes." He said. I shot them open before I could decide otherwise. In front of me was my folded up tray table, phone in the net pocket, and just slightly to my right... my fingers entwined with the hand of a man as fine as Sidharth Manhotra from the movie Student of the Year. I had to hold back my gasp. I was expecting some old sweet uncle jee who was balding, not a full-head-of-curly-dark-hair-thick-lashes-ears-pierced-guy.
"Plane anxiety?" He stated the obvious. I nodded my head as I recollected myself and slipped my hand out of his.
"Thank you," I replied shyly.
"No problem," he grinned back, flashing me a huge smile. Godamn.
"Headed for Chicago or do you have a connecting flight?" He asked. Small talk. I assumed. That would be good for me.
"I'm headed there for the weekend," I replied. "My mom lives there so I'm going to visit her. I honestly hate going there though because I hate the plane- as you can probably already tell- I'm already dreading the flight back home, but at least when I get back I'll be able to see my pets! Now that I think about it it's kinda like a reward system- on the way there I'm rewarded with my mom and on the way back I'm rewarded with my bunnies! I have 4 you know, all super fluffy and adorable-"
