Destined To Find You #muslim-romance

♡ Chapter 3

The world contains a lot of Aftab Ali Khan I am sure, so what makes him stand out, Noorie wondered as she shook hands with him, but refrained from saying her name. She might be acting silly by talking to a stranger, but she definitely won't be foolish enough to share her personal details. For all she knows, he might be a trickster in the face of a gentleman.

"Um, Okay, it's if you do not want to tell me your name," He said, assuring her as he watched her hands clasped together. He could sense her hesitation and said,"... I wouldn't be stalking if that's what you fear. I am here today to attend a seminar and will be off back home, in another city, tonight."

"I don't know if it should help but I really do not want to exchange personal details," She told him firmly.

"Perfectly suits me, Miss. I merely intend to help, not to intrude."

"Help...," Noorie repeated after him, mocking at the word. There is no one who can help her out of what happened. Her sarcastic smile was not missed by Aftab and he lifted an eyebrow. Before he could say anything, she asked again,"So, tell me what you meant by "You do such things?"

Aftab half-smiled. "I am a counsellor – a therapist for mind and heart as I would like to put it."

Noorie stared at him with wide open eyes. He thinks I am mentally sick?

Ouch... that hurts! She felt agitated, but better not create a scene so she stayed shut and let him sing songs of his professional qualities.

"Don't get me wrong, by no means, I suspect your sanity, but you do look emotionally distraught and I can offer professional advice that might help you deal with your... ermmm situation," He wanted to say 'pain' but chose not to because that might only make her put up more walls. No one likes to be confronted that way. Such comments put people on guard and instead of being helped, it acts reverse.

"I congratulate you on your professional abilities, but I do not need help. At least not from a stranger," She said stiffly, shifting on her side as she looked straight , where other peoples – the happier lots were smiling and chattering.

"If you say so, I won't push you to share"

'Thank you," She said politely

Silence fell in between as she continued to stare at other peoples and Aftab kept observing her silently. She could feel his eyes on her. It should have made her feel uncomfortable, but maybe she really had lost her sanity because she felt completely comfortable sitting beside him, watching her – a complete stranger. What did he say his name was? She tried to recall. Oh yes, Aftab Ali Khan. It should mean something perhaps, but it doesn't ring any bell.

She let out a sigh and gave up trying to avoid talking to him. He didn't show any chances to move away.

"Did you ever felt lonely, Mr Khan,"? Her sudden question didn't surprise him at all. He more or less suspected she would respond or he would have gone moments ago.

"Tell me one person who has not experience pain, loneliness and failures?," He answered.

" Some people lives a perfect life too, like those peoples over there," She said pointing her fingers at some peoples she had been watching for the past few minutes. "It will be a sin if they complain, they look so happy, she added as he shifted his gaze from them to her.

"You cannot be more wrong. Just because they are happy now does not mean they never tasted distress. It may not be as perfect as it appears to you..."