ENTANGLED AND HEARTS (Her Price For Dreams)

CHAPTER 6:Drowning in Her Brown Eyes(SAMAR)

Samar's POV

I quit it,Yes Mamma.I quit smoking because she is so stubborn,she never leaves my mind. Surprising enough that I left smoking because a crazy stranger asked me to.I am shocked Mamma ,how can a person have this much effect on me.

People try so hard to quit smoking but this girl made me quit it without saying a word.I was smoking since i was 17 and she made me quit it in a day.

Its difficult to understand what is happening to me,I cant eat,I cant focus on my work,i cant work out.I just sit and think about her.

I went to all matches in DES in hope of seeing her again,I search for every parking lot thinking maybe I will find her.I get distracted watching someone in hijab i mistake it as her.

Its been two weeks since I met her and i have replayed that encounter in my head a thousand time.I have her eyes in mine.Scared eyes.why was she scared I wonder.

Is it Love,No Mamma it cant be.Samar ibrahim would never let anyone to have that power over him.Yes Mamma ,Love gives power.Power to control you,menupulate you,hurt you.You loved dad,See what he did,he cheated on you,he taken your wealth,left you alone dying in depression.Love make you loose your senses and gives your beloved a power over you.

I would never give this power to anyone,specially her.That woman has so much effect on me,she has power to make me do whatever she want,if she would ask me to burn the world,Believe me I would not think twice.

Your Samar

I close the diary, the words still echoing in my mind: "I don't love her." It feels like i am convincing myself. I pack my bag for the morning flight to Turkey, feeling a mix of emotions. I'm not going there because I want to attend Ayesha's wedding; I'm going to escape and clear my mind off her.I think being alone in this apartment making me think of her but i always lived alone.Its not a new thing.

As I arrive in Kadikoy, nostalgia washes over me. Every summer, Mamma and I spend our vacations here, surrounded by familiar streets that bring comfort to my heart. This is Anneanne's(Grandmother in turkish) birthplace, her hometown.

Memories flood my mind: laughter and adventures with my mother's cousin's kids. Ayesha, now getting married, is one of them.

I arrive at the stunning Sofia Mansion, overlooking the ocean, and feel warmth envelop me. Anneanne hugs me tight, her eyes sparkling with love.

"It's been too long, Samar," she says, her voice filled with affection.I visited her in last summer from New York,.

Standing in Sofia Mansion, memories surge back. I've spent countless summers within these walls, laughing, loving, and growing.

I always cherish this place.it is named after my grandmother, Sofia Mansion represents our family's legacy.

I gaze at the Ottoman architecture, Byzantine and Islamic influences blending seamlessly, testifying to rich history.

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I stand at the same spot where Mamma would gaze out at the ocean at night, her favorite place. As I look out at the waves, my eyes well up with tears.