Parud SS: Somewhere Beyond Unreachable *Chapter 2**IMP NOTE ON PG14* - Page 2

"Paro! Your Ticket!" "Paro!" I turned around to find Aaliyah yelling my name just in time for me to pass the last security check in JFK (airport in New York). Thank god for my best friend, sometimes I had moments to really just stop and think how my life would be without her. I quickly stepped out of the line ignoring the security check guard throwing me a confused look. Grabbing the ticket out of her hand, I hugged her one last time.

"Don't Forget me."

"Ally how can i?"

"I know." Were the last words I heard of hers before I was sitting in the waiting area for my terminal gate to open. My eyes welled up again, a spark hitting me; I was alone to face the most harsh yet significant challenge of my life. This time I did not even have my best friend with me. It took me just about 5 years to ready myself for the harsh reality I would have to face there. The scars that I have been living with all my life was just about to be deepened with some more. All I knew was that my parents were killed because of some BSD army, the day after that I was married off to some guy in the army, a couple hours after that my uncle, Ashlok had rescued me bringing me to New York, USA. The last time I saw him was when he dropped me off in an orphanage and never returned. I was sure grateful for him to rescue me, but sometimes I wished I was there rather than living here, where everything was so unknown. Another looking at me would think I'm just another New Yorker tired of working all day, but from the inside I knew how strange it was to see such people. Even after 10 years, I could not used to it. I was 21 yet felt like my life was stuck on that day from ten years ago.

I have searched the BSD army several times but what I commenced contradicted with the information I was provided with the death of my parents. It stated that they were fighting a group that were constantly trading girls for weapons and money yet the villagers were unfamiliar with this plan going on for more than 2 decades. If they were good people than why were the murders of my parents them? Instead of saving them why was I married to a guy or should I say a boy who himself looked five years older than? Would he still remember me?

Glancing at my watch, I still had a good hour to go before the gate would be opened. Wanting to get out of my thoughts that just made my body shiver, got up to get 2-shot cappuccino and a croissant. I was recklessly probing in my bag when I collided with a hard chest. Fury ran through me, looking up to yell at the person who just was so blind not to walk right beside me instead of acknowledging the fact that I was looking for something in my bag.

"Are you f**king blind? Or choose not to watch where your headed or in what direction? Next--" I just stopped. I looked up to his face, and gulped. His face held an expression that told everyone to "back off." God, he was handsome, he was able to tower over me even in my six-inch heels, his body hard and lean, his face screamed sex god. His jawline so tight and yet hard. I could not help myself and stare. He quirked an eyebrow at me and cleared his throat.

"As a matter of fact, I was keeping an eye out for my surroundings unlike others" he said wryly. His voice dripped sex, it made me go weak in my knees. I shut my eyes, and shook all the thoughts away.

"Considering you were watching your avenue, may I ask how you ended up walking right in to me? Maybe I just missed out on some information."

For a second I thought I saw him smile, but it was gone just like that.

"YOU walking into me, not the other way around plus that is physically impossible since I am taller than you. Honestly, I do not have the whole day on my hands. Usually someone says sorry not initiates a fight especially with cussing."

Just as I was about to speak he held up his hand "No need. Its okay."

Just like that he walked away. I had never been stumped with a guy even considering how hot he was. I had a strong desire of walking up to him to punch the arrogance out, I couldn't especially if I see him again I won't be able to speak. Anyway, I had to get back to the waiting area to leave and I had lost my appetite of cappuccinos.

Sighing I grabbed my bags, and began walking toward the air hostess just before stepping in the airplane. Luckily I had first class seat considering I had an amazing job-salary. Said my hellos and walked to my seat. As I approached my seat, managed to put my small suitcase of clothes that I had change before getting off, especially since I was told that I would not get appreciated responses in jeans. Done doing that, I waited for a second to see who will be sitting next to me.

Not caring anymore I sat, got myself comfortable, turned my music on and drifted to sleep which I had deprived myself for the past two days.

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-Zainab❤️