Draft Diaries #2

The car's owner stepped out, extending a warm greeting to the security guard, and with a gracious smile, handed over his car keys to one of them. It was a gesture that spoke of both luxury and amity, a brief but meaningful interaction that left a trace of elegance in its wake. In an instant, a three-year-old bundle of energy darted toward him, engulfing him in a tight, joyful embrace. Her face was a symphony of glee, and her voice rang with pure, unadulterated excitement. She clung to him, grinning from ear to ear and letting out a delighted scream, "Roooon, you're here! Why did you take so long? Did you miss your Zunish?" As he gazed upon the love of his life, a radiant beam of affection crossed his face. His adorable little bundle of joy clung to him, wrapping her tiny arms around him with an unbreakable grip. He gracefully descended to one knee, his heart brimming with warmth, and bestowed upon her a tender, affectionate smile. Speaking softly, he said, “Of course, my sweet Zuni,” he replied with a grin. “I missed you every single day I was away. I promise I won't be late next time. Now, let's play together, and you can teach me all the wonderful words you've learned while I was gone! Deal?” Upon hearing these endearing words, she erupted into a cascade of giggles, her laughter like a sweet melody that made her chachu's heart dance with joy. Their laughter intertwined, creating a harmonious symphony of mirth and connection, like a beautiful duet in the language of happiness.

                 Maham Khan, Zaroon’s mother, came forward  accompanied by Haya Malik, her daughter-in-law and Zaroon’s sister-in-law. Getting closer to her son, Maham smiled affectionately, her heart brimming with warmth, speaking softly she said, “Zaroon!! When did you come dear? You should have informed me before coming so at least I could prepare your favorite dishes.” 

Zaroon replied to his mother, handing Zurish over to her mom and greeting her , “This was the exact reason why I came without informing you. I don’t want my lovely mother to bother herself with these preparations. Just relax.” tenderly planting a kiss upon his mother's forehead, he conveyed his love in that simple gesture. With grace and respect, he withdrew from her presence, heading to his room with a promise to reunite with his family at the dinner table after a refreshing pause. 

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  It had been over four long years since their last encounter, and yet, the memory remained vivid and alive, as if it had happened only two days ago. At times, he questioned if it was a mere creation of his imagination, a phantom that never existed in the tangible world. The absence of her presence for such a prolonged time led him to wonder if she was a beautiful illusion, a fleeting mirage, a dreamy apparition that had once graced his life and then evaporated. But those pure, captivating eyes, so radiant and sincere, held an undeniable reality. 

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Amaya,Much like her, her name held a beauty all its own, a musical composition of syllables that resonated with grace. On that fateful day, she had spirited away a fragment of his being, leaving a void that remained unfilled, rendering him incomplete. Not a single day passed without the haunting reverie of those enchanting hazel eyes and her presence, a vivid memory that painted the canvas of his thoughts in hues of longing and reminiscence.

                 Lost in his reverie, he didn't realize when his eyes drifted shut, and within moments, the same haunting pair of hazel eyes began to weave their ethereal presence into the tapestry of his dreams once more.

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