CHAPTER 1 - A NEW DAY ~Ayesha💕

PART- I

"Petit a petit, l'oiseau fait son nid."

"Little by little, the bird makes it's nest."

-french proverb.

A Y E S H A ♡

Ankara,Turkey*

August, 2015.

What is a perfect morning for you? Sounds of birds chirping happily sitting on a branch of tree near your window? Or the perfect morning rays passing through the sheer curtains and falling on your face with a cold breeze which makes the loose strands of your hair tinkle softly on your face? And being the main character, you wake up with a radiant glow and smile on your face, stretching with a cute yawn you say, "What a beautiful day." Well for me, that  is a perfect morning.

But my morning isn't perfect until my mother comes and wakes me up for the twentieth time or my annoying brother who switches off the fan and pull my cozy blanket away from me—like he is doing right now, I think he is going to face an annoyed Ayesha this early in the morning,

"MURAT, stop it and get out of my room right now!" I yelled at him, my voice groggy from sleep, grabbing a random pillow from my one of many soft pillows placed on my bed, I threw it at him and by some strong reflex he dodges the pillow.

Taking another pillow I shove it over my face. "Chill sis, calm down. Mom told me to wake you up, isn't today your first day of college after summer break, no need to go all hulk on me." Murad says moving away from my bed and draws the curtains open, so that the harsh light streams directly on my face.

I was about to drift off to sleep again but my eyes snapped open abruptly hearing three words. First day. College. Late.

All the remaining streaks of sleep vanished as the panic seized in, throwing away my pillow from my face—which hit Murat square on his face— I sat up on my knees and started searching blindly for my phone.

"Oh no, Oh no, don't tell me, what's the time? Oh shit its 6:52 am already? Couldn't you had woke me up earlier!" I screech at Murat trying to remove the tangled sheets from my legs, which made me trip down the bed, and rush to the washroom; almost falling face first on my way. Again.

"Ah! The ever so beautiful morning of Ayesha's life." I heard murat mocking, I ignored him and slammed the washroom door shut. I am already late, I don't want to be annoyed too. I almost let out a shriek seeing the bird nest of my hair and red pillow mark on my cheeks.

After taking the quickest shower of my life, I came out and saw the time, I felt a little relieved noticing I saved ten minutes which I usually utilise while taking a shower, you know thinking about my depressed life, imagining fake scenarios and a short nap. The normal.

After leaving my hair to air dry, I quickly changed into a pair of jeans and a knee length white floral top with full sleeves which had a little puff down the elbows.

After blow drying made a messy bun and wore my hijab cap  and applied a moisturiser to my face along with a strawberry lip tint on my lips and a little bit on my cheeks so I don't look like I am dying from outside; After that I grabbed a matching nude pink chiffon hijab and wrapped securely around my head.

As I started rummaging through my dresser drawer to find few matching accessories, my eyes fell on the delicate single chained rose gold bracelet with an customised A on it, a gift which I got from my secret lover; Danish.

I take out the bracelet and lean against the dresser, my thoughts drifting off to him, getting lost in his dreams,

So far in my life he is the best thing happened to me, I mean from the past one year, he gave me so much attention that no one gave and made me feel special, when I turned nineteen at first it was just stolen awkward glances from me, he was seven years older than me and was my most handsome cousin, my other cousins always keep discussing about him and told fake scenarios of his proposals which his mother would bring to them, seeing their attitude and confidence I never dared to mention about my mutual fan girling too,

Danish never seemed interested in any family functions nor the people and girls present there, till here my dreams of drooling over him died but then a year later I felt something change, as he started giving me attention out of nowhere, which I clearly accepted thinking I had a glow-up and now he is attracted to me and after that we will fell in love, marry and have a nice beautiful life ahead, which happened except the marriage part,

From the past few days I kept pestering him about sending his proposal to my house and ask for my hand, my dad would say yes with his eyes closed, but Danish kept saying 'not now'  'you are just rushing everything.'  'You are too young, you just turned twenty two.' So what, people even get married at nineteen, so what's the big deal? But he ignored it completely, and from the past few days he always cut short his words as if he isn't interested anymore, or maybe he is just busy with his office work and I am overthinking as always, anyway it got me thinking tha—

"Ayesha! come down for breakfast you are already running late!" My mom yelled from downstairs and that made me snap out of spiralling thoughts, glancing at the small digital watch on my study desk I watched the time which showed fifteen minutes past seven, it means I overused my ten minutes.

Great.

Oh no, I can't be late on my first day I have a reputation of a senior to maintain now.

I quickly grabbed my bagpack which I have prepared last night. Ah, thank god! I appreciate myself for that.

On my way out, I grabbed a beige coloured sandal which perfectly goes with my outfit.

Reaching downstairs, I greeted mom and baba sat on my seat next to my big brother and started eating my breakfast,

"So, set for the day?" My father asked in his stern voice, as he folded the news paper and placed it on the table.

I opened my mouth to answer but stayed quiet as Murat spoke, "Yes baba all set." He replied with a smile, I looked back down at my plate, of course he asked him, why was I even going to embarrass myself?

"Here eat this, at this age you should eat a good amount of nutritious food, you have office to join in few weeks, if you eat good, then your brain will work." Baba said passing Murat some sliced apples along with a few blueberries and strawberries,

Murat took the plate nodding his head, he picks up few apple slices and places on his plate, and adds a few slices along with strawberries and other fruits to my plate, when I shot him a panic glance he whispered,

"You heard him. nutritious food, strong brain." He winked and I smiled elbowing him playfully.

My father, always pretending he has only one child, although he never differentiate to pay for my expenses or my education, but a child needs someone more than their parents money, attention, to be loved is the main thing.

not that I did something to him but sadly even after living in the twenty first century where everything has been normalised and proved, my father's thinking remains the same; Sons over daughters.

It is impossible to change the thinking of a person like him who has always been thought of this culture, though it isn't mentioned anywhere in our religion to do that, if anything it proves that woman's can do whatever they are capable of, but for a family ethical and cultural valued person who has been thought this thing from the start, is difficult to convince, that's why my mom has reduced pestering him about my equality, because always it isn't same for him, the love and attention which I don't get from him my mother tries to full fill them as much as she can, and the differentiation hasn't and would never caught a drift between me and Murat, which I am really grateful for.

"Hmm." was all his replied to something murat asked while I zone out.

"Eat your breakfast properly," my mom scolded passing me a glass of fresh orange juice as I was munching on my apple slices,

"Of course, I am eating."  I replied finishing up the apple and sipped my juice, I glance up at the large pendulum wall clock above the stairs, which stated forty minutes past seven, I wipe my hands with tissue; this is my cue to run in order to save my reputation.

"Okay mom, I will leave now, I am running late," I say finishing up my juice and grabbing a toast from murat's plate, to which he was about to smack my hand, but I moved my hand away at the right time, resulting him to smack in the air.

Chuckling at him I kissed my mom's cheek and said my bye's, I paused hearing baba clear his throat, he's going to address me now,

"It's your final year, focus on your studies more, you always do well.." he pauses, "In your exams of course."

I smiled, his way of saying of best of luck. I wouldn't trade this words for a million dollars or anything in this world.

Swallowing back the beginning of lump in my throat I answered,

"Of course Baba, thank you for that." I say giving him a big smile.

"You are late, now." He gestured towards the clock, from the corner of my eye I saw Murat and mom exchanging a small smile.

Nodding at him, I grab my keys from the key holder at the living room, and slung the strap of my bag pack over my shoulder,

"Don't hit any curb today," Murat called out as I wore my sandals, smiling sweetly I opened the main door and look him over my shoulder,

"Don't tell me to do what you do. Bye," I waved at him and skipped down the porch stairs and walk towards my car, a honda Civic which was Baba's but he bought a new one and this was just there, so I claimed it mine to drive it to the college. I mean it makes me reach point A to point B and what do you want other than that? Right?

Reversing the car from the porch, I turn towards the direction of the main road and waved at my mother who was watching me from kitchen's window.

Putting on a random channel on a radio station, I drove through the familiar roads of my college, after a quick fifteen minutes drive, I reached the gates of my university.

ANKARA UNIVERSITÈ

I sighed, realising this is my last year, coming like this to my college after the summer break, I guess this is what we call Life. But on the bright side, it's senior year, baby. The most memorable year of the college life.

After a quick ID check by the security of the college, I parked my car at the student's parking place, and hop out of my car with my bag.

Spotting my friend Sania, who was seated near the bleachers I made my way to her, she was writing something in her yearly planner, probably making a schedule for the whole year, as I sneaked behind her,

"Killer says what," I whispered in ear from behind,

Instead of being startled as I expected to, she chuckles turning towards me, "What?"

I gasped, "You are the killer. Killer over here everyone."

"Did you got more lame during summer?" She laughed closing her planner.

"Did you got more sneakier during summer?" I shot back, folding my arms.

"You could say that." She shrugs getting up and gave me a warm hug.

"So how was summer?" She asks as she gathers all her pens and coloured pencils which was spread on the bleacher, back to her pouch.

"Same old. The only thing I enjoyed was my Harry potter movies re-runs." I said looking over the parking lot, trying to spot out a familiar grey sedan.

"Well that did sounded like a great summer." Sania says giving a sweet smile.

"Well yeah, the best part. The only memorable summer breaks were the ones which we used to get after school, a nice vacation, new activities, lots of playing in the sun, but college summer breaks, all the adult duties you have to do, I don't like one bit." I say to her playing with the buttons on my wrist.

"Pretty much sums up." She agrees, we both snap our heads to the parking lot, as a blazing horn was sounded, the students who were walking on the path scurry away, afraid they might get hit by the crazy driver.

"Quite the dramatics, ain't she?" Sania says as Sakina's familiar metallic grey Nissan made it's to the parking spot—parked very wrongly may I add—Ignoring other students mean looks, my dearest friend Sakina opens her car door and flips her curly brown locks behind her shoulder and wears her sunglasses,

Me and sania hissed painfully as she banged her head on the car door frame, while coming out, she stopped for a while, ran a hand through her hair effectively massaging the sore area at her scalp,

Spotting us she makes her way to us, Safa walking behind her, Sakina usually picks up safa or I pick her up, because safa has a very bad way of directions, that girl could even get lost at her own enormous house, so a city is very out of question for her parents.

"Hello my gorgeous friends," Safa says imitating a french accent? She might be seeing a lot of french series during summer.

"Oh hello, so which Netflix show character are you now amore mio?" Sania says copying her tone, making me laugh as safa hugged me and Sakina just tapped her fists on shoulders in a quick hug, she is weird like that.

"For what reasons are you still wearing your shades?" I ask sakina as we all make our way to the office section of the college to collect our schedules.

"For the reasons that make me cool." She replies tipping her glasses up her nose.

Chuckling at her I distracted her with small talks and sneakily snatched her glasses off her face,

"Hey," she protested as I tutted at her mockingly,

"Case of Gucci bags, I see." I say noticing the dark circles under her eyes.

She snatched back her glasses replying,

"You can't blame me, I am still grieving from one direction's break up."

"You had a breakdown on a school night?" I shake my head.

"Pain and grief doesn't give a notice, they just barge in.." Sakina narrates in a Shakespeare narrative,

"It's been months.." I sang,

"The wounds are still fresh." She argues, tipping her glasses on again.

"Okay, I am sorry for your loss, now let's go collect our schedules," I say grabbing her hand and spore walk to catch up with safa and sania,

I swear they both walk too fast.

"You are insensitive, but kinda right too, weirdo." Sakina comments tugging my hijab.

Soon we all got handed our schedules, obviously by each of us choosing a different majors, we all got different classes but still we still got a few common extra credit classes, I got a class of writing skills with Sakina and Environmental science with Safa, Sania got only a common class of Psychology 101 with Safa.

"I didn't knew you choose writing skills this year," I ask Sakina, as Safa walks to her Arts and fashion designing block after waving a bye at us,

"I just wanted something easy to hype my scores." She shrugs and then waved a bye as she skipped, literally skipped towards her business administration block.

Swinging an arm around Sania's shoulder we both made our way to pharmacy and medicine block, she was a nursing major, so we had two main subjects classes together, which was a major relief to me, as she helps me a lot to give notes and study.

"Are we really in senior year now? Can like life could slow down?" Sania sighs playing with the  new binder in her hand,

"True that, I really hate college but at the same time I love it too, not going to lie, I am going to cry a river on last day." I say as we reach the corridors, the rush of students was heavy, being the first hour for the majority of the courses.

"Me too, Oh C-15 here's my class." She says as she waves me and enters the class on the right, spotting my class across the class, I enter and settle down on the second row and wave at my previous years class friends.

The lecturer walks in and I take out my binder and pen, in a world of electronics, I still prefer my hand written notes.

Being organic chemistry the first hour, there was an evident lethargic energy in the class, but not me, I actively take down my notes, being the stereotypical first bencher.

I know my goals and dreams and I will damned if someone tries to steal it from me.

*_*

(Dedication from the book "The Spanish love deception" by Elena Armas)

A/N :-

How do we like this now? I almost cried editing this chapter.

WHO ALLOWED ME TO WRITE LIKE THAT.

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