Beyond the veil of Love : A Tale Of Healing & Timeless Love.

02

Ruwaziya.

"Bye, green eyes angel."

The words play over and over again in my head and a small shiver runs throughout my body.

Despite my best efforts to ignore it, I can feel a strange sense of warmth and comfort in the pit of my stomach.

I glance down at my watch, the realization that Amra's flight has most likely landed already dawns on me.

A pang of guilt and worry hits me as I remember that I'm supposed to be picking her up.I can't believe I got so sidetracked and lost track of time.

I make my way quickly toward the arrivals section, the urgency in my steps betraying my haste to get to Amra. I scan the area, searching for any sign of Amra amidst the crowd.

After what feels like an eternity,
I finally see her, standing amidst the crowd, her eyes scanning the surroundings for me.

"Amriiiii!" I call out loudly to get her attention,waving my hand in the air to make sure she notices me.

Amra's face lights up as she sees me, and she runs towards me with open arms.

However, just as I expect a hug, she surprises me by running right past me with a playful smirk.
She teases me with a coy smile, enjoying her little prank.

I feign annoyance as she passes by me, but I can't help but smile at her playful antics.

She turns back and hugs me tightly, whispering,"Missed you, Ruwa."Her affectionate demeanor instantly melts away any fake irritation I may have been feeling.

Once we're settled in the car,
I begin to explain the strange encounter I had in the washroom. I tell her about the man, how he had called me "green eyes angel," and how the whole situation had been completely unexpected and confusing.

As I recount the story, I can't help but feel a sense of embarrassment and disbelief over what had just happened. Amra listens intently, her expression shifting from curiosity to surprise to amusement as I relay the events.

As I finish telling about the incident,Amra's face breaks into a mischievous grin.

"So he called you 'green eyes angel', huh?" she teases, her tone playful and lighthearted.

I can feel my cheeks heating up slightly as I nod my head, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance at her teasing. "Yes, he did," I mutter, hoping she'll drop the subject soon.

As Amra continues to tease me about the man's nickname, I can't help but silently agree with her assessment in my own head.

He's a pervert, I think to myself, frowning a bit at the memory of how he had accidentally entered the women's washroom.

I hope that I never see him again, and I'm relieved to be away from the confusing and awkward encounter.

We arrive at Amra's apartment,
As we step into her familiar surroundings, we settle down to catch up on each other's lives.
We chat about everything from our jobs to our friends and family, sharing stories, laughter, and a sense of comfort in each other's company.

The awkwardness and confusion from earlier start to fade away as we focus on enjoying each other's presence once more.

As the conversation turns towards our personal lives, I ask her about whether she's met anyone new. "So, any new romantic interests lately?" I ask, trying to sound casual but secretly hoping for some juicy details.

Amra shakes her head in a response,"No one new, but I do have some thoughts on the man you met today," she says, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Come on, tell me more about this 'green eyes angel' guy who got lost in the women's washroom."