LOVE TRIALS

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When did your name change from a proper noun to a charm.

Carol Ann Duffy, Name

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Hamza Hassan Omer had almost driven himself insane wrecking his brain for the memory of her, obsessed with taking his name.

It came to him one night in sleep with her buried in the shadows, pitifully negated of any significance in his life.

"Daniel, I'll see you at the headquarters tomorrow, yeah?"

"Absolutely," Daniel, representative of Talbot enterprises grasped Hamza's outstretched hand. "Now, If you'll excuse me," Hamza said, shooting to his feet his attention fixed on a group, a few away from where he stood across the dining lounge. He saw her by the window with the exquisite view of the city behind her.

Hamza stopped by the table. The familiarity in stranger's gaze disappeared when it flickered to Hamza from Sabeeha.

"How may I help you?" The stranger inquired.

Sabeeha was thoroughly surprised when she glanced up, at him, he didn't bother to respond to the stranger.

"Hamza Hassan Omer," Hamza managed to say with a smile." Fancy seeing you here, Sabeeha."

"Likewise, Hamza Hassan Omer. How are you?" Sabeeha inquired, uncertainty blossomed in her eyes as she played with the napkin in her lap.

"Good. Very good now that I have found you. I have been looking for you. I didn't really think you meant it when you said we'd never see each other, again."

Silence reigned after Hamza's blunt admission.

Sabeeha chuckled, nervously, "I am flattered. Thank you very much, Hamza." She made his entire day when she smiled at him, curling a wayward lock of hair behind her ear."Have you eaten, yet? Come. Join us," She offered and Hamza found himself taking a seat opposite her even when he had wrapped a lunch meeting a few minutes, ago. He didn't have the heart to deny her, he couldn't when it may be his only chance. He could read, write, do anything in the world and yet, his favourite moment would have been where he sat across her, watching the smile on her lips stretch and her eyes crinkle at the edges as the setting sun witnessed him caresse her with the warmth of his honest love.

Sabeeha.

It had taken nearly all of his self-control to not come to her the moment she had walked in the dining lounge with her friends. Unlike the last time he had seen her draped in a black saree, she wore plain blue jeans and a simple white Kurti, her hair fell in loose waves down her back.

He ought to be lucky to have found her rather she found him, he could hardly believe his fortune. Coincidence or fate? Hamza would think it's his destiny.

She was his destiny.

"Won't you introduce us to your friend, Sabeeha?" The stranger spoke.

"I forgot, "Sabeeha chuckled, melting his heart. Sabeeha looked, sideways at the stranger, his hands had collapsed into fists on his thighs but Hamza hardly cared."This is Zain. Sunny. Lina-"