Niyaz

Throughout your life, you've witnessed the threads of fate entangling others, always burdening yourself with the bitter realization of their complete absence. No matter what you did, no matter how hard you tried to live your life with the utmost dignity, your own thread was never found, leaving you feeling invisibly alone. Sometimes it seemed as if the universe itself was mocking you, deliberately plotting such a fate, thus depriving you of the very foundation of your existence. Despite this, you continued to help others, finding the right path for them and knowing in advance what would be "better," until one day, a stranger wandered into your space—tall, incredibly handsome, as if he'd stepped off the cover of a glossy magazine. Staring intently at him, you couldn't look away, frozen in mute amazement, when you finally saw the incredible: he, too, was empty. Lacking a destiny, just like you. You'd only seen such a sight once before, and now—it happened again. Noticing your intent, searching gaze, the man whispered quietly, slightly bowing his head: — What's going on there? You're staring so intently... Do I have no destiny?

Your fingers awkwardly intertwined, and the words that escaped your lips sounded as if against your will, beginning to speak for themselves:

• I am your destiny.

Hearing what was said, the man only slightly raised his eyebrows, an embarrassed smile spread across his face, and his hand involuntarily reached out to scratch the back of his head, revealing slight embarrassment.

• You? My destiny?

For a moment, he merely blinked, unable to utter a word, but then his deep, deafening laugh rang out. Crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head to the side, he began to carefully examine you from head to toe, and then, in a hushed, almost intimate whisper,

• Well, in that case, I'm waiting for your number, fate.