When Dreams meet Destiny

Chapter 19: Unexpected Interruptions, Unspoken Confessions

Maryam was frustrated, sitting in her university lecture hall, attending her least favorite class. She loved the subject, but the lecturer was unbearable. He always seemed to target her specifically, and she didn't get a good vibe from him at all. Now, she sat on the third bench with an annoyed expression, her phone vibrating repeatedly in her bag. She wondered who could possibly be messaging her at this time. As the lecturer turned toward the board, she quietly reached into her bag and glanced at her phone. Her eyes widened in surprise—there were hundreds of messages from Yahya.

What is he doing?she wondered, quickly scanning the messages.

Yahya: I'm in your university for some urgent work. Please come outside for a few minutes.

Maryam: No, Yahya, I can't come now. I'm in a lecture.

Yahya: Just for five minutes, Maryam. Come outside, then you can go back.

Maryam: I'm really sorry, but this lecturer already targets me for no reason.

Yahya: Why does he target you?

Maryam: I don't know. He just doesn't give me a good vibe. I usually skip his lectures, but today is really important, so I have to attend.

Yahya: Okay, but please, just five minutes. I have a meeting in 15 minutes.

Maryam: I'll meet you after my class. What's so important?

Yahya: You're not coming, right? Fine, don't come.

Maryam sighed, about to type another reply, when there was a knock on the classroom door. She looked up and was stunned to see Yahya standing there. He looked breathtaking in his crisp, formal attire. Her heart skipped a beat as he walked confidently into the room.

Yahya addressed the lecturer politely, "Excuse me, sir. I'm really sorry to interrupt, but would you mind if I took my wife for just five minutes?"

The lecturer, who seemed to recognize Yahya, replied with a smile, "Oh, Mr. Merchant, no problem at all. But who is your wife?"

Yahya didn't miss a beat. "Maryam," he said, his voice firm. "Maryam Merchant."

The lecturer raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. "You mean Maryam Qureshi?"

"Yes," Yahya replied without hesitation, "Maryam Merchant."

Maryam wanted to disappear. She could hear the whispers among her classmates, and she certainly didn't appreciate the way all the girls were staring at Yahya, commenting on how handsome he was.

The lecturer, still amused, called her name, "Maryam Qureshi... I mean, Mrs. Merchant?"

As Maryam approached, the lecturer leaned closer and remarked with a sly smile, "You surprised me, Maryam. I didn't know you were married."

Yahya's eyes darkened as he overheard. He stepped forward, placing a firm hand on the lecturer's shoulder and said with a cold smile, "I think you didn't hear me clearly. She is Mrs. Yahya Merchant, and I'd appreciate it if you addressed her accordingly. And, perhaps, refrain from taking her name in such a familiar manner."

The sudden tension was palpable. The lecturer's face reddened, his confidence fading. Maryam knew if Yahya stayed there a moment longer, things could escalate. She quickly took his hand and led him out of the classroom.

Once they were outside, she turned to him, exasperated, "What was that, Yahya?"

He looked unapologetic. "From today, you are not attending his lectures."

She sighed. "I already told you, I usually don't. But sometimes it's necessary."leave that why were you in the class the girls were staring at you like...

Yahya smirked. "Are you jealous?"

"Of course not!" she protested, but her cheeks betrayed her, flushing a deep shade of pink.

Yahya chuckled, "Oh, come on, Maryam. Look at your face—you're bright red."

"There's nothing like that," she muttered, trying to hide her embarrassment. "Just tell me what was so important that you left your work and came all the way here."

His playful expression softened, and he leaned in closer, his voice low and sincere. "Actually, I was really missing you. And while I respect your parents' conditions, sometimes I just can't help myself. I needed to see you."

Maryam's eyes widened in surprise at his candid admission. "Really, Yahya?" she whispered, feeling her heart flutter.

Yahya grinned, "Just kidding. I did miss you, but there's more. I wanted to show you something."

He handed her an envelope. With curious hands, Maryam opened it and gasped when she saw the contents. "Our visa... it's approved?"

Yahya nodded, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Yes, Maryam."

A rush of joy swept over her, and she couldn't contain her smile. The annoyance from earlier melted away, replaced by pure happiness. Yahya watched her, his heart swelling with affection.

And in that moment, amidst the bustling university corridor, with a world of possibilities ahead of them, they both felt it—a promise of new beginnings and endless adventures, together.