1 Part_1 Airport

My heart beats are getting louder and louder by every seconds that passes with a knot forming in my throat chocking me to take my breath and making me more nervous about getting in to another country without no one on my side. Finally, our cab has arrived at the airport and I literally can't breathe.

The cab has finally reached to the main entrance and a perfect time to get out of a cab. Yeah I can do it.... I can do it....I stated to walk but my speed was a bit slow as my feet were shaking a bit making me walk behind my parents. I was carrying two bags of the size of an elephant and two carry bags in which I had my essentials and documents. My parents were so much in deep thoughts that they didn't even realised that I was struggling to carry four bags. I could use some help you know ... It was a dead silence between me and my family.

(After some time )

It was time to say goodbye to my parents because the announcement has made. I felt many emotions but my feet were numb. I was again feeling that lump on my throat one feel that someone is departing from their loved ones. To be honest I was type a girl who had friends but not best friends. I was so good at understanding someone's expressions that I never had any actual friends. Only a single person I had who was my everything, my mum. She was my guide ,friend ,mother , father, sister, brother. Many thoughts were passing from my mind like will I be able to see her again? What if plane crashed? What if something happens to her in my absence? or What if something happens to me and I will never make it to her?.....Oh! not again....I call it a depression attack and I tend to feel that a lot..

(Hugging my mom)

" Mommy it's gonna be fine, you know I am strong enough, I won't dissapoint you .You know that to be a Fashion designer is my dream since my childhood and today I am going make my first step towards that dream. Bye! mommy, papa...Love you!

(waving my hand at them)

Mum is crying again and I can't see anything, anything at all at my father's face(this thing I hate it so much that my papa do not show his feeling or he do not have any feeling towards me I don't know it always hurts me even if I knew my whole life that he is unlike my friends' fathers who could do anything just to see a smile on their princesses' face )

(it looks like my emotions are getting out of my control and some watery component is getting in to my eyes I hate that form of H2O a NaCl now I have go towards my plane otherwise I will not be able to make it )

( it feels like my feet are dragging me towards the plane and only sound I can hear is of my heels my foot steps.....tch.....tch... Tch..... There are many people around me but I can't hear them I want to look one last time at my parents faces before going to UK but I can' it will make me weak, I increased my speed taking every steps more forcefully causing me to get back my confidence and grace. After getting that boarding passes I checked in. I had two elephants on my which that were preventing me from walking and they were actually trying their 100% to make me fall on my face. When I reached on my flight I had that victory feeling overcoming me that I hadn't fall like a baby duck with two giant bags even with heels on...atta girl!....you know, I should definitely think about being a model.....I could definitely rock that walk... my seat was an isle seat, a seat you get when you book your flight really late and give your extra money to just be really grateful that you got a chance to seat on isle seat on general compartment .When I was about to seat in my seat an old man came asked me if I wanted a window seat I said yes immediately.it sounded desperate. Yes , I was desperate no one likes to sit on an isle seat in a such long flight. After a little introduction to Mr.Seatgiver another man came on the seat between us we were really engrossed in conversation that I even didn't even glanced at him. It was my plus point I could start a conversation but in the middle when my 5-10 questions are being asked I don't know what to do then.

(It is going to be my first flight of my life now I am getting butterflies in my stomach. Safety announcement has made and engine is started "pal you can do it" by this thought my flight took off and I am on the air, flying in air. From the window I can see my city where I grow up, and today I am leaving this place to achieve my goals and I am not taking any steps back. I have made my mind that whatever it takes to reach my goal I am gonna do it, I have left many thing to achieve it and somewhere I am getting 'the proud' felling .When I get this feeling I feel like superwomen that; Yo! I can do anything man !..... now, I can feel my real self me Ms. Feminist.)

(being a girl in this world is very hard, you will go through people mindsets, religious beliefs.Everywhere you will see women empowerment programs but in their mind they always see that you're weak that's why you need that program. You can't change them. And the most important part that my father is also included in them.)

My parents believed that there is no future in fashion field but after so much effort I was able to convince them there is a life, People are living it and I can also survive it.

" Hey is your dad a terrorist?"

(when I turned towards that voice I found a very hot looking guy smirking at me)

" what!!?? "

" I mean look at you you're a bomb? "

(yeah definitely a womanizer , but man! he is hot, I mean look at his blue eyes and cheekbones and those pink lips anyone would be smitten by his charms....then suddenly I realised that I was inspecting his features for a quite long time)

(well, that's a huge problem with people like us who are from art field all they do is to find artistic inspiration everywhere like literally everywhere. Wait! He said something right? more like asked something..oh..my..god! he was flirting with me with that cheapest fucking line and with Mr.Seatgiver just beside us although he sounded cool was trying his best not to look this way his side eye was visible)

"Dude be careful if a bomb got blast the first thing that will be ruined is your co*k."(at this point Mr.Seatgiver was shaking more like laughing with sound mode off)

" whoa girl! It's been a couple of minutes and you're already obsessed with my handsome cock."(by watching my cringe face)"chill! man , I was just flirting a little but looks like you're some another material."

" what material ?"

"One night stand type and... "

"Wait a minute, why the hell am I even talking to you?"

I hated this type of egoistic, dickhead, cocky bastards, all they talk about is how good they are in bed.

"By the way my name is Ryan Evans, nice to meet you."

"Pearl Williums and it isn't nice to meet you".

" hmm....Pearl ,I like your name."

(he was looking at me with some unreadable expression

"what?"

"what....what?"

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?"(by this time he was looking at me with that sexy smirk of his)

"YOU know what I am talking about..."

"Babe! I don't know what are you talking about...".

"DON'T... FUCKING..... BABE...ME..."

"Okay..Okay..Geez. You're so easy to annoy."

(when my eyes fell to Mr.Seatgiver, he was sound asleep or acting to asleep like he has lost interest in our conversation)

"Just leave it, so why are you going to UK?"

" I study textile design at Central Saint Martins and you?"

"I got admission in Fashion Design over there?"

"Oh really, it looks like god wanted us to meet..."

"Oh, no no.... I am sure that it is just a coincidence "

"so friends?"

"Depends"... (after talking a while, a while means 4 hours.)

(laughing)" Ryan, you are something else. Oh god! my stomach is hurting.... Now, good night..... I need sleep and tomorrow is going to be a big day....''.

(At first I thought Ryan was just perverted freak next seat but he was a good person from inside...at least I thought that, nowadays it is really hard to know about a persons' thought I feel like that's why we have habit to judge some at first impression which helps us to know that if one is safe for you to feel safe. We know that thought that don't judge a book by it's cover.. but somehow we can't help it.)

"Good night, Pearl"

(we reached London at 2:00 p. m.)

(when we reached at London I was really happy that I got my first fried in London and will come soon out of that my home seak phase and life was more than just confusing feelings and missing someone )

Guys that was my first chapter let me know you liked it or not.

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