126. The flexion of elegance

Burak's POV -

I am waiting for the door to be opened for me. Will you open the door, Aayana? Fingers crossed. Someone is opening the door. Wow.

"Yes? Oh, are you Burak?" Uncle is here to answer the door.

"Yes, it's Burak. Hello, uncle." He has a wide smile which reduces my nervousness a little bit.

"Sorry, I couldn't recognize you at first glance." And he tells me to enter the house.

"That's absolutely fine, uncle. It has been a long time since we met. Or maybe you can't remember too." With our conversation, we make ourselves comfortable on the sofa.

"Shaila, please come here. Burak is here." Uncle is calling his wife but where is Aayana? Is she too shy to meet? Argh! I am always an overthinker. Aunt is already here.

"Hello, Burak. I hope you didn't face any trouble reaching here." She is so formal with her words. I stand up and she tells me to sit. She also sits beside her husband.

"Not at all, aunt. Moreover, I was so excited that I couldn't feel any trouble." Both of them are smili