Chapter 16

Palwasha messaged Osman: "Send me a picture."

Osman's response carried a hint of intrigue, "Why the sudden desire to see my face, Palwasha? Does it mean you've taken an interest in me? How delightful! Well, I could send you countless pictures now, without hesitation."

Palwasha's reply was brief but firm, "Don't talk too much. Just do as I've asked."

Osman acquiesced, "Very well, I'm sending it."

Their conversation gently flowed from morning to night, forging a bond that grew steadily stronger. Palwasha found herself becoming deeply attached to Osman. It reached a point where they decided their future lay in marriage.

Palwasha inquired, "Osman, when will you send your proposal to my parents?"

Osman reassured her, "This upcoming weekend."

Excitement brimmed in Palwasha's words, "I can hardly wait! I'm unsure how my parents will react, but I'll persuade them. We'll have our Nikah first, and the grand wedding can follow once I've completed my education."

Osman's response was tender, "Alright, my dear. We'll proceed as you wish. Your desires are my commands."

The hours turned into days, and Palwasha found herself spending most of her time engaged in heartfelt conversations with Osman over the phone. Her friends had caught onto her secret, sharing knowing smiles. Her heart danced with a joy she couldn't quite explain; it was as if her world revolved solely around Osman. He was the first man she had ever gazed upon, let alone contemplated romantically. Osman, with his kind heart and endearing words, had a way of making anyone feel truly special. His voice was a soothing melody, like a gentle breeze on a balmy day, bringing solace to all who listened. Palwasha couldn't ascertain if he possessed an innate allure or if it was her perception alone, but for her, he was the most captivating person in existence. He was the refuge in the midst of life's chaos, and she was resolute in her determination to chart a future together.

Palwasha, in her reflective moments, found herself composing a testament to Osman's character. She marveled at the enchanting quality of his voice, a melodious timbre that she had yet to witness in person. It was a magnetic charm that seemed to transcend the boundaries of physical appearance, an allure that stirred her imagination.

But it wasn't just Osman's voice that drew her in; it was the enigmatic connection she felt with his essence. His heart, she believed, was a reservoir of warmth and kindness, a place where an inexplicable attraction resided. It was as if he held a secret in his very being that she longed to uncover.

Palwasha couldn't help but admire Osman's unique conversational prowess. He possessed an artistry in the way he spoke, a distinctive cadence that set him apart. His words carried a special resonance, one that made her feel cherished and valued. His caring nature shone through every interaction, leaving an indelible mark on her heart.

In the absence of ever having seen Osman in person, Palwasha was left to wonder about the man behind the voice. She considered herself exceptionally fortunate to have crossed paths with him in her life, even though their connection had thus far been confined to telephone conversations. Osman's character had left an indelible impression on her, sparking a profound sense of anticipation for the day when their paths would finally converge in the tangible world.