Paasban

Chapter 22

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Zyra's POV:

Two months later, I sat in the back of the car that Musa had sent, staring out the window as the city passed by in a blur. The soft hum of the engine was the only sound breaking the silence. My heart raced with anticipation, knowing that in just a few minutes, I would be seeing him at the airport.

I shifted in my seat, smoothing down the fabric of my simple yet elegant travel outfit. I had packed light—just enough for the trip Musa had finally planned for us. He had been so secretive about the destination, telling me only to trust him and be ready for a surprise.

As we neared the airport, my thoughts wandered back to the past two months. Musa had been working relentlessly, his job demanding most of his time. We still found our moments together—late-night talks, quiet dinners, and stolen kisses in between his hectic schedule—but there was no denying how much I missed him. This trip felt like a much-needed escape, a chance for us to breathe and reconnect.

The car slowed as we approached the drop-off area. I checked my phone, seeing the last message from Musa: "I’ll be waiting by the entrance. Can’t wait to see you."

A nervous smile tugged at my lips. I hadn't seen him properly for a week because of a work conference he had to attend. Now, the thought of being with him, uninterrupted, made my stomach flutter.

The driver opened the door, and I stepped out, pulling my small suitcase behind me. I glanced around the bustling airport entrance, my eyes scanning the crowd. And then I saw him.

Musa stood by the entrance, looking handsome and effortlessly charming in his casual jacket and jeans, his eyes searching the crowd until they landed on me. His face lit up with a smile, and I felt a warmth spread through me.

I walked toward him, feeling a sense of relief and excitement build with each step. As I got closer, he extended his arms, pulling me into a tight embrace the moment I reached him.

"Missed you," he murmured into my hair, holding me as if he hadn’t seen me in months.

I smiled against his chest. "Missed you more," I whispered back, savoring the moment.

He pulled back slightly, looking down at me with that familiar mischievous glint in his eyes. "You ready for your surprise?"

I raised an eyebrow. "You’re still not telling me where we’re going?"

Musa laughed, grabbing my suitcase and slinging it over his shoulder. "Not yet. But trust me, you’re going to love it."

With that, we headed inside the airport, hand in hand, excitement and curiosity bubbling up inside me as we moved closer to whatever adventure he had planned.

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Musa's POV:

"Zyra? Wake up..." I said softly, shaking her lightly. She stirred, her eyes fluttering open slowly, a hint of confusion clouding her face as she adjusted to her surroundings.

"Food..." I said, pointing at the tray in front of her.

She blinked a few times before sitting up, rubbing her eyes. "Did I fall asleep?" she asked, her voice groggy.