My heart pounded with a mix of fear and excitement, the reality of our journey hitting me with full force.
The jet descended smoothly, the runway lights guiding us to a stop.
As we disembarked, the cool night air of Plora wrapped around us, carrying with it the scent of the sea and the promise of a new beginning.
Two cars were waiting, and we were swiftly whisked away to a secluded residence, far from prying eyes. I glanced at the surroundings.. the unfamiliar landscape a stark reminder of how far I was from home…
Yet, I was really here.. in his home country.. with him…
Karim looked at me and silently held my hand, his grip firm and reassuring.
As we entered the car, I couldn't help but feel a rush of mixed emotions.
The realization of being in Plora, a land fraught with political turmoil and danger, was both exhilarating and terrifying.
I turned to him and asked, "Where are we going?"
