قلبي جان (My heart)

Foregone Conclusion

(And 'surely' your Lord will give so much to you that you will be pleased.)

[93:5]

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                               Amidst the hustle and bustle of the airport, a young girl sits alone idly on the staircase, a tranquil oasis amidst chaos, too busy in her head, as the world rushes by.

Her eyes were strained on the droplets of water that were sliding down the glasses of the long window ahead of the stairs. She sits with her back against the railing, her legs tucked under her, and her arms wrapped around her knees, a small backpack lying beside her, its straps tangled, evidence of hasty packing or restless travel.

The luggage, a travel tag dangles from the handle, bearing someone else's name and destination.

Where it all goes wrong, how come she ended up carrying someone else's suitcase. But her own suitcase was not on the conveyor belt, someone else might have taken it. The sounds of the airport swirl around her, announcements echoing through the halls, muffled conversations of passing travelers, the hum of escalators and moving walkways. As passengers hurry to their gates, some glance at her, their faces flickering with concern or curiosity. Others rush by, oblivious to her presence.

Yet, she seems detached, her mind in chaos. Her expression is a mix of emotions. Her eyes shimmering with unshed tears, lips curve into a subtle frown.

The staircase, once a thoroughfare, becomes her temporary sanctuary, a place to collect thoughts and emotions amidst the turmoil of travel.

After clashing with her own brain, she decided to visit the airport lost & found office hoping someone might drop her luggage there and get their own back.

Then Ayeshe rose, gathered her belongings, grabbed the trolley with left hand, her smartphone in her palm, started dragging it towards her destination and merged with the crowd.

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The room was in chaos, few people were already there. As it feels they are having an argument about something. With a beating heart she entered the room, the noises subsided upon seeing a new intruder, many heads turned towards her.

Meanwhile The first thing Ayeshe noticed was a young guy with curly brown hair, his broad shoulders and chiseled frame covered in black shirt, his muscular and toned back towards her, his sculpted biceps evident under his clothing. His torso is long and lean, accentuating his muscular build. As he moves, his muscles flex and ripple beneath his skin, revealing a honed physique forged from dedication and hard work.

His posture is upright, radiating self-assurance.

His powerful thighs and calves, showing a build for endurance, were covered under a black slacks.

From where she was standing, his presence is imposing yet inviting admiration and beauty.

"Excuse Me", she spoke timidly as the environment screamed pungent.

The man who was arguing with the staffs turned around to look at the melodious voice and came face to face with hazel green eyes.

As he lays eyes on her, his world comes to a standstill. Time freezes, and his surroundings fade into the background. His gaze is captivated by her radiant beauty, A Turkish girl. Snow white skin covered in maroon scarf around her head, white shirt tucked under maroon long skirt. A typical Turkish women's wear. He forgot to blink, Saadi never saw this angelic beauty in his whole life, her face reflects noor and haya (Modesty), and he can't help but be drawn to her like a magnet.

His heart skips a beat, and his pulse quickens. His mind goes blank, and all he can think about is her. He feels an inexplicable connection, as if he's known her forever.