A short story
Raniya peered through the window as the huge airliner glided smoothly through the clouds. Her mother, Jehan Ara, sat in the adjacent seat… deeply engrossed in her reading. She unbuckled her seatbelt, and took a deep sigh, 'Here I come, Ahsan!'
Eighteen, and full of dreams, Raniya sat quietly thinking about her fiancé with a gentle smile on her lips …
She was homeward bound - or so she liked to believe. Born and brought up in Bradford, she had little knowledge of her ancestral homeland, Pakistan, but she was looking forward to making a contact with her roots at last.
“Miss, would you like a drink?” a smiling stewardess inquired politely. It took her a few seconds to make the jump back to the present.
“Oh…er…orange juice, please…thank you.” She smiled back as she took the drink from her, and looked at her wristwatch.
They had covered about an hour of the journey without her even noticing the take-off, that she normally so dreaded! As she finished her drink, she rested her head against the seat and closed her eyes. Ahsan’s smiling eyes stared back at her. Her heart skipped a beat.
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