Zoboriya’s Decision: When Truth, Betrayal & Self-Respect Collide | Emotional Love Story

 

The Next Morning – Zoboriya’s Decision

It felt as if someone had pulled the very sleep out of her head that night. Her eyes were swollen, her face pale. Standing in front of the mirror, Zoboriya kept staring at herself. Her heart kept whispering again and again:

“The one I made my whole world,

is the same person who gave me the deepest wound.”

Safwaan’s words, Abuzar’s truth, and that video — all tangled together and exhausted her heart.

For a long moment, she stood there without blinking, and then slowly said to herself—

“I will not stay broken for anyone.

This story ends here…

on my terms.”

She began pacing around the room, each step making her decision firmer. She picked up her phone and typed a message:

“Come to the old courtyard of the haveli at 5 pm today.

I won’t run,

and you won’t hide.

In front of everyone,

we’ll clear the truth once and for all.

This is your last chance with me.”

She sent the message to Abuzar. Then she typed another one, this time for Safwaan:

“You come too.

Because this decision isn’t just for me —

it’s the last one for both of you as well.”

Evening – The Old Courtyard of the Haveli

The sun was sinking. The long shadows of the old trees stretched across the walls. Zoboriya arrived first. Her walk was firm. There was no fear in her eyes today, only anger and exhaustion. After a while, Abuzar came. His face showed nothing but regret. And finally, Safwaan appeared, carrying that same phone which held the video.

The Confrontation

Without any delay, Zoboriya said:

“This ends today.

Safwaan, play the video you showed me,

right here in front of everyone.”

Safwaan smiled, as if victory was already his.

“Of course…

so everyone can see who made you cry.”

He placed the phone for all to see and played the video.

The Video

In the video, Zoboriya’s broken state was clear. Her head rested on Safwaan’s shoulder, completely shattered.

Abuzar’s Eyes

The moment he saw the video, Abuzar’s face turned pale. His eyes welled up with tears.

“Zoboriya…”

his voice cracked.

But Zoboriya raised her hand to stop him.

“Don’t say a word.

I’ve seen this video again and again.

And now I have just one question —

Do you even realize

who pushed me into this state?”

Safwaan immediately answered,

“Who else?

It was Abuzar.”

Zoboriya looked straight at him,

“Really?

Or was this video just a part of your little game?”

Safwaan’s expression changed for a split second.

“What do you mean?”

Zoboriya took a deep breath and said,

“I mean this —

you were hiding there just to record this.

You turned my broken state

into your own weapon.

And today,

you want to use it to drive me away from him.”

Abuzar stayed silent. He lowered his head. For him, it was enough that Zoboriya was finally speaking.

Safwaan, now angry, shouted:

“Zoboriya!

Why don’t you get it?

I was standing up for you!

He was the one deceiving you!”

In a cold, calm tone, Zoboriya replied:

“Safwaan…

deception isn’t just about lying.

It’s also about using someone’s broken trust.

You used my pain.

And from today,

you are no longer a part of my world.”

The Verdict

She looked at both of them:

“Abuzar…

I need time to see your truth.

And Safwaan…

from this moment, we are done.

Your schemes have only made me stronger.”

Safwaan’s face turned red with rage. He wanted to say something, but Zoboriya’s unyielding gaze silenced him.

Zoboriya walked away. Her steps trembled, but in her eyes, there was a new determination. Abuzar stood there, drenched in the evening air, just watching her leave. And Safwaan, with his fists clenched, vowed silently:

“This isn’t over…

now it’s my turn.”

Zoboriya’s New Decision – Distance for Herself

As she walked away from the courtyard, the evening breeze brushed against a face full of exhaustion, but also an unusual calm. Her heart whispered — “Enough now. No Safwaan. No Abuzar.”

The Silence of Home

When she opened the door, the house was completely silent. She went straight to the window, looked at her reflection in the glass and murmured:

“Maybe now

I should stop waiting for someone to come.

It’s time I find myself again.”

Phone Switched Off

She picked up her phone, looked at all the notifications. Messages from Safwaan, calls from Abuzar. She deleted them all. Switched the phone off.

“I need time…

and this time, I’ll take alone.”

A New Chapter

The next morning, Zoboriya made a new routine for herself. She took leave from work, picked up her paintbrushes again, and promised herself:

“No longer will I breathe

on someone else’s love.

I’ll breathe for myself.”

Safwaan

On the other side, Safwaan was restless. He kept calling her, but the phone was always off.

“Will she really walk away from me so easily?

No…

I’ll make sure she remembers me.”

He began weaving a new trap in his mind.

Abuzar

Abuzar was in an even worse state. Every day, he stood on the haveli’s roof staring toward Zoboriya’s house, but there was no sign of her. He knew — this time, if he didn’t prove his truth, he might lose her forever.

Zoboriya’s Solitude

Days passed. Zoboriya spent her time painting, writing in her diary, sometimes suddenly breaking down when an old song played.

“My heart is still the same…

only now,

there’s a layer of mistrust covering it.”

A Place Where No One Knows Her

One day, she traveled far from the city to an old book library. No one there knew her. In that silence, she tried for the first time to read herself without pain.

A Page from Her Diary

Sitting there, she wrote in her diary:

“When trust breaks,

love doesn’t die…

It just turns into a stubborn promise

to love yourself first.”

The New Turning Point

Safwaan’s next move: He will dig into Abuzar’s past to try and confuse Zoboriya again.

Abuzar: He will silently wait through this distance, but deep down, he is gathering proof to win her back.

And Zoboriya? She has begun to rebuild her world starting only with herself.

Do you think Zoboriya and Abuzar will ever meet again?

Maybe they will.

But not as the same broken people they once were.

If they meet again, it won’t be because of longing or fear of loss —

it will be because both of them have learned the meaning of truth, patience, and self-respect.

Sometimes, distance is not meant to separate hearts forever.

Sometimes, it is meant to rebuild them first.

What does this story teach us?

This story teaches us that love alone is not enough.

Trust, honesty, and respect are just as important.

It reminds us that using someone’s pain is a form of betrayal,

and staying silent in front of the truth can hurt as much as a lie.

Most of all, it teaches us that choosing yourself is not selfish.

Walking away from confusion, manipulation, and emotional wounds

is often the bravest decision a person can make.

🔹 NEXT SHORT PART 

The Day Silence Began to Speak

The city moved on as usual,

but Zoboriya’s world had slowed down.

For the first time in years,

no one was questioning her choices,

no one was demanding answers.

And that scared her more than pain ever did.

At the library window,

she watched strangers pass by,

each one carrying a life that had nothing to do with hers.

Her phone stayed switched off,

yet her heart kept ringing.

Not with Abuzar’s voice.

Not with Safwaan’s threats.

But with a quiet fear —

What if distance heals her…

but also takes away her ability to trust forever?

Somewhere far away,

Abuzar finally found the proof he had been searching for.

And Safwaan…

he had already made his first move.

Zoboriya didn’t know it yet,

but the silence she chose

was about to be tested.

Because sometimes,

walking away is not the end of a story —

it is the moment when the real battle begins.

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Broken Trust and Hidden Truths | AbuZarr, Zoboriya & Safwan’s Dangerous Game

 The Next Day – After Morning

The sun had risen,

but Zoboriya’s eyes were still drowning in the darkness of last night.

Safwan had quietly left,

but before leaving, he had said something in a voice so deep that it kept echoing inside her—

“If AbuZarr comes today…

before you listen to anything he says,

just remind yourself that he already belongs to someone else.”

Those words

were like nails hammered into her mind.

---

Haveli – AbuZarr

Over at the haveli,

AbuZarr had been restless all night.

Right after he hung up the phone,

he had turned around

only to find that Zoboriya was no longer at the door.

> “She came…

and left without even telling me?”

A strange ache gripped his chest.

He ran down the stairs,

but by then the car was already gone.

---

He asked the servant—

> “Where did she go?”

> “I don’t know, sir…

She just sat in the car and left,

crying a lot.”

Hearing that, his heart sank.

---

All night AbuZarr

picked up his phone at least ten times,

tried to call her,

but courage failed him each time 

---

Next Morning – AbuZarr’s Decision

At dawn,

he made a decision.

He would go to her house himself.

Everything had to be cleared today.

There was fear inside him,

but also hope—

maybe she would listen to him.

---

Zoboriya’s House – Same Time

Zoboriya stood in front of the mirror.

Her face was swollen from the night,

her eyes red.

Her hands trembled.

> “Today…

if he comes,

I will demand answers.

I cannot live as someone’s shadow.”

---

A WhatsApp message from Safwan flashed on her phone—

> “I’m nearby.

If he comes today,

please don’t listen to him alone.”

Zoboriya didn’t reply.

She simply placed the phone on the bed.

---

Doorbell

Around noon,

the doorbell rang.

Her heartbeat quickened.

For a moment she thought it must be Safwan…

but when she opened the door,

it was AbuZarr standing there.

Drenched in rain,

breathing heavily,

eyes filled with deep regret.

---

> AbuZarr (softly):

“Zoboriya…

Please, just once, let me speak.”

---

Her heart

was in no mood to listen.

> Zoboriya:

“What’s left to say, AbuZarr?

I heard everything.

You have a wife…

a daughter…”

---

AbuZarr stepped forward—

> “Yes, I do…

and I should have told you much earlier.

That is my fault.”

His voice had grown heavy.

---

Zoboriya burst out—

> “Fault?

Do you even realize

what kind of night I spent yesterday?

All your promises… all your words…

turned out to be lies!”

---

AbuZarr lowered his head.

His words trembled.

> “I never meant to deceive you.

I came here only to end that relationship…

so that I could stand before you clean and honest.”

---

Those words silenced Zoboriya for a few seconds,

but the hurt in her heart

had already grown too deep.

> “So was I supposed to just wait?

Wait for all your problems to be solved?

With what right?”

---

Meanwhile – Hidden Safwan

Without either of them knowing,

Safwan was standing nearby,

hidden in a narrow lane.

His phone camera was on,

recording everything.

---

The Confrontation

Zoboriya’s voice cracked—

 “AbuZarr, I wanted only one thing from you—

the truth.

And you never gave me that.

Before I could even hear it,

my trust had already died.”

---

Tears welled in AbuZarr’s eyes.

 “Please… just give me one chance…”

---

Zoboriya raised her hand to stop him.

 “No.

I need time.

Leave now.”

---

AbuZarr walked away slowly,0k

drenched in rain.

Safwan’s recording

was now complete.

---

Safwan’s Game

He smiled.

 “That’s all I needed…

Now I’ll deepen this wound even more.”

He saved the video.

---

Zoboriya’s Room – Evening

Zoboriya sat by the window.

The sky was dull,

raindrops tracing lines on the glass.

In her mind,

one question kept rising—

 “Was this love ever real?

Or just a lie?”

And with that question,

a seed of hatred slowly began to grow in her heart.

---

This is where the next turning point begins—

How will Safwan use this video?

How will AbuZarr try to prove his truth?

And who will Zoboriya choose to trust?

---

Next Day – Haveli Courtyard

The rain had stopped,

but the soil of the courtyard was still wet.

AbuZarr had been awake all night.

He knew that

if he didn’t speak the whole truth today,

the look of broken trust he saw in her eyes yesterday

would turn into a permanent distance.

---

He picked up his phone

and sent a single message to Zoboriya—

 “I never wanted to hide the truth from you,

I just lacked the courage to say it.

If you’re willing,

please meet me this evening and hear me out one last time.

After that,

I’ll never question your decision.”

---

Evening – The Same Café

Zoboriya came.

Her face was cold,

still angry.

AbuZarr stood up when she entered,

but she didn’t allow him to pull a chair for her.

 Zoboriya:

“Say what you have to say.”

---

AbuZarr’s Truth

AbuZarr took a deep breath.

His voice was low,

but every word came straight from his heart.

 **“Yes… I am married.

But that marriage is the biggest burden of my life.

Sila…

she’s my wife only on paper,

not in my heart.

Two years ago, when I moved abroad for work,

she came with me.

But our relationship never worked.

Her heart was always with someone else.

I tried to hold on to her,

but in the end,

I became a husband only in name.”**

---

Zoboriya listened silently,

her face still stern.

AbuZarr took out his phone

and showed her some photos—

Sila laughing with another man.

 **“I knew all this.

Yet I didn’t divorce her because…

that’s when our daughter Saman was born.

For her sake,

I tried to make the marriage work.

But when I realized

that there was no place for me in her world,

I decided to end it all.

I came here only to sort out legal custody for Saman

and end this relationship once and for all.”**

---

His eyes filled with tears.

 “Last night…

when you overheard me,

that call was only because

I had promised to see Saman one last time.

That little girl is innocent, Zoboriya.

I cannot just abandon her.”

---

AbuZarr’s trembling hands

pulled out his passport, papers, and divorce documents,

and placed them in front of her.

 **“Look.

I have done everything.

All that’s left is the court date,

and after that,

I will leave that life forever.

I didn’t keep this from you to deceive you.

I just wanted to tell you at the right time—

the full truth, not half of it.”**

---

Zoboriya’s hands began to shake.

Her anger had now turned into confusion.

 “So…

all of this is true?”

---

> “True.

And if you don’t believe me…

you can verify these documents with any lawyer.

I want my heart to be completely transparent before you,

because without you,

I have nothing.”

---

He bent down and whispered—

> “Zoboriya…

My only mistake was telling you late.

But my heart…

it has always been only yours.

Punish me as you wish,

but just once,

look into my heart with your own eyes.”

---

Tears filled Zoboriya’s eyes.

She turned her face away.

Inside her, a storm was raging—

on one side, the wound of broken trust,

and on the other, AbuZarr’s painful truth.

---

In a corner of the café,

Safwan was watching the entire scene.

His face had turned dark.

 “This is going against my plan…

No.

I won’t let this reconciliation happen so easily.”

---

The Next Twist Begins Here:

1. Will Zoboriya accept this truth?

2. Or will Safwan play a trick to drive them apart again?

3. And when the court date comes, what will happen?

---

Night – Zoboriya’s House

After returning from the café,

Zoboriya felt slightly lighter,

but far from clear.

AbuZarr’s words were slowly

beginning to sink in—

but old wounds do not heal quickly.

---

The doorbell rang.

She couldn’t imagine

who it could be at this hour.

When she opened the door,

Safwan was standing there.

 Zoboriya (tired voice):

“You… at this hour?”

---

Safwan took a deep breath,

wearing a mask of concern on his face:

 “I just came to check on you.

I heard you met AbuZarr today.

I was afraid he might

trap you with his words again.”

---

Zoboriya, exhausted, replied:

 “He… told me the truth, Safwan.

He showed everything… the papers,

even explained about his daughter.”

---

Safwan smiled faintly,

lowering his gaze.

> “The truth?

Zoboriya…

Do you even know how to tell the difference between truth and lies?

Or have his words already melted your heart?”

---

He stepped inside,

pulled out his phone from his bag.

 “I want to show you something.

So that you can see

what kind of man he is…

and who your real companion is.”

---

The Video

He handed the phone to Zoboriya.

The screen showed the same video—

That night,

when she had broken down on Safwan’s shoulder.

The camera clearly showed—

her shattered state,

her head resting on his shoulder,

and Safwan comforting her.

---

Zoboriya grabbed the phone in shock,

her eyes wide open.

 “Who… who recorded this?”

---

Safwan, with an innocent tone, said:

 **“I didn’t make it, I just recorded it…

so that if he ever

lied to you again and broke you,

I could remind you

who was there for you.

Look carefully at this video.

Look at your own state…

and think—

who was responsible for this?

AbuZarr!”**

---

His voice carried a quiet poison.

 “He doesn’t love you.

he used you.

If you forgive him…

then next time, when you cry again,

I might not be able to save you.”

---

Zoboriya’s breathing quickened.

In her mind,

those moments came back again—

her running down the stairs,

the pain in his words,

and that other woman’s laughter.

---

Safwan said one last sentence:

> “Think about it, Zoboriya…

Who makes you cry,

and who wipes your tears?”

---

He took back his phone

and quietly left.

---

Zoboriya’s Heart

All night,

Zoboriya kept looking at that video.

AbuZarr’s words,

his papers,

and Safwan’s comfort—

everything clashed inside her mind.

Anger once again began to burn in her heart:

 “If everything he said was true…

why didn’t he tell me earlier?

Why did I have to go through this unbearable pain?”

---

Safwan’s video

once again began to close

the door of her heart towards AbuZarr.

---

On the other hand,

AbuZarr sat in his room,

completely unaware

that this video

was about to shatter his last chance.

---

The Next Turning Point:

---

Next Short part

Next Morning – 

Zoboriya’s Silence

Morning had arrived,

but Zoboriya’s phone remained silent.

She didn’t read AbuZarr’s message,

nor did she reply to Safwan.

That silence made both of them restless—

but the real storm was inside Zoboriya’s heart.

Haveli – AbuZarr

For the first time,

AbuZarr received a call from an unknown number.

“If you truly love Zoboriya,

be outside the court this evening.

Truth always finds its own way.”

The call disconnected.

His hands trembled—

it was Safwan’s voice.

This time, not a threat,

but a challenge.

Court Premises – Evening

By evening,

Zoboriya was there.

She didn’t know

that AbuZarr would come too.

And she had no idea

that today, not words,

but proofs would speak.

The Unexpected Truth

Outside the court,

Sila appeared herself.

An affidavit was in her hands.

“I’m tired of hiding the truth,”

Sila said.

“AbuZarr never betrayed me.

He stayed only for his daughter…

not for me.”

Zoboriya felt the ground slip beneath her feet.

Safwan, standing at a distance,

turned pale.

AbuZarr’s Final Step

AbuZarr looked at Zoboriya—

no complaints,

no accusations.

Just one line:

“Whatever decision you take,

let it be with peace in your heart.

I only wanted the truth to never remain incomplete.”

Tears rolled down Zoboriya’s eyes.

For the first time,

she understood—

Truth may arrive late and cause pain,

but it never wounds like a lie.

To Be Continued…

Will Zoboriya accept this truth?

What will Safwan do next?

And can love survive

after so many wounds?

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When Truth Breaks Love: Zoboriya’s Night of Betrayal

 Zoboriya reached the door of AbuZarr’s room without making a sound.

Her footsteps were so quiet that even her own heartbeat felt louder than them.

From inside, a faint laugh floated into the corridor—

soft… unfamiliar…

and unmistakably a woman’s voice.

The door was half open.

Zoboriya stopped.

Not because she wanted to—

but because her body refused to move.

As if the floor beneath her feet had turned to stone.

The phone inside the room was on speaker.

And the voice—

it wasn’t distant,

it wasn’t blurred.

It was painfully clear.

“Arey jaan… since the day you left, my heart hasn’t found peace.

Please come back soon…

I really can’t bear this distance anymore.

And Saman… she’s two years old now.

She keeps asking about you… every single day.”

Zoboriya’s breath froze in her chest.

The air around her suddenly felt heavy, suffocating.

Each word struck her heart like a hammer—

slow, deliberate, merciless.

Her lips trembled.

She bit down hard, as if that could stop the shaking inside her.

She didn’t want to listen anymore—

but she couldn’t stop.

Then she heard AbuZarr’s voice.

That same gentle tone…

the one she trusted…

the one she loved.

“Don’t worry, Sila…

I’ll try my best to come back very soon.

You know very well why I came here…

Once I complete my purpose,

I’ll return immediately.”

Her fingers curled into her palms.

Her nails dug into her skin, but she felt nothing.

Then—

“Okay Sila… I’ll hang up now, there’s urgent work.

And yes… give lots of love to my daughter, Saman.

Tell her her father will come back very soon.”

Time stopped.

“My daughter… Saman.”

That single sentence echoed inside her head—

again… and again… and again.

“My daughter…”

Her eyes widened in pure shock.

Her mind refused to accept what her ears had heard.

Married?

AbuZarr… married?

Her hands flew to her mouth instinctively, as if to stop a scream that never came.

Her heart skipped—

then forgot how to beat properly.

She couldn’t stand there anymore.

She didn’t have the courage to hear another word.

Tears burst out of her eyes without permission.

She turned back on unsteady legs.

As she walked down the stairs,

each step felt like it was falling directly onto her heart—

crushing it… slowly… completely.

Outside, the house servant noticed her face and panicked.

“Madam… what happened?

Why are you crying?”

Zoboriya didn’t answer.

She couldn’t.

Her throat was too tight, her chest too heavy.

She wiped her tears with the back of her hand, quickened her pace, and left.

Inside the car, the moment she shut the window—

she broke.

Her shoulders shook violently.

Her breath came out in broken sobs.

“Ya Allah… what was this?

What kind of love was I living in?

The man who already belonged to someone else…

I was building dreams with him?”

Her trust…

her faith…

her entire world—

shattered in a single moment.

She turned the car toward her house,

but her mind stayed behind—

stuck in AbuZarr’s voice,

and that woman’s soft laugh.

At home.

The moment she shut the door, she threw her bag onto the sofa and went straight to her room.

The room felt suffocating.

The curtains were drawn.

The same tears still clung to her face—

they hadn’t dried the entire way home.

Those words kept echoing inside her head:

“Sila… my daughter Saman…”

Every time they echoed,

her heart skipped painfully.

With trembling hands, she picked up her phone.

For several seconds, she just stared at the screen.

Unable to call.

Unable to hang up.

Unable to think.

Finally—

the pain inside her searched for someone…

anyone…

to lean on.

Her fingers moved on their own.

She dialed Safwan’s number.

The phone rang.

Safwan answered.

The moment he heard her voice—

everything inside her collapsed.

Zoboriya (sobbing):

“Safwan…”

Safwan froze.

He had never heard her like this.

Never this broken.

Safwan:

“Zoboriya?

What happened?

Where are you?”

Her sobs refused to stop.

For Safwan—

this was the moment he had been waiting for.

His voice softened perfectly.

“Don’t cry…

Just breathe… slowly…

Tell me what happened.”

Her voice came out shattered.

“You were right…

Everything you said was true…

That man… AbuZarr…

He’s married, Safwan.

He has a daughter…”

Every word stuck in her throat.

“I heard it myself…

He was talking to his wife…

Their daughter is two years old…”

A strange light flashed in Safwan’s eyes.

He softened his voice even more.

“Zoboriya… didn’t I tell you?

Some people are not what they appear to be.

Don’t think about him anymore.

He doesn’t deserve you.”

She clutched her head in her hands.

Her breathing turned uneven.

“What did I trust, Safwan?

What dream was I living in?

I loved him so much…

and he…

he already belonged to someone else…”

Safwan closed his eyes briefly.

Then—

“Zoboriya…

you need to hold yourself together.

Listen… I’m coming to you.

Don’t stay alone right now.

I’m more worried about you than anything else.”

Silence.

Then—

“Come, Safwan…

Tonight…

I don’t want to be alone.”

The moment the call ended,

Safwan smiled faintly.

Victory colored his face.

“Plan A… successful.”

On the other side,

Zoboriya sat with her eyes tightly shut.

Inside her heart, a war raged—

trust…

love…

betrayal.

Night — Zoboriya’s House

The doorbell rang.

She opened the door slowly.

Safwan stood there, jacket damp from drizzle, concern carefully painted on his face.

Without a word, he held her hand.

“I’m here now.

You’re not alone anymore.”

Inside, Safwan noticed the open diary, tear-stained pages, scattered papers.

He stood in front of her.

“Look at me, Zoboriya.”

She couldn’t lift her eyes.

“Your heart is pure…

but not everyone deserves a heart like that.”

He held her hands.

“If I were you, I would have shattered.

But you’re still standing.

And I’m here.”

Leaning closer—

“No one else has the right to hold you together…

except me.”

She broke.

She leaned on his shoulder and cried.

He held her—

calm… composed… victorious.

That night, while she slept in exhaustion—

Safwan recorded everything.

A broken Zoboriya.

A trusting Zoboriya.

A weapon in the making.

“After trust breaks…

only one push is needed.”

Next Short Part 

That same afternoon, Zoboriya stood by the window, staring at nothing.

Her phone buzzed.

A message.

From AbuZarr.

“Can we meet?

There’s something I need to explain.”

Her fingers trembled.

Before she could reply, another phone buzzed—

Safwan’s.

“Remember, Zoboriya…

some truths come too late

and some explanations are just lies in disguise.”

Outside, clouds gathered.

A storm was coming.

And Zoboriya stood exactly in its center.

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Beyond Safwan’s Silence: When One-Sided Love Turns Into Obsession

 Beyond Safwan’s Silence

It was the same window.

The same place where Safwan had once watched Zoboriya walk away…

and where today, he watched Abuzar return.

Safwan sat there as always — unmoved, untouched — as if time had chosen him to stay behind.

The tea beside him had gone cold.

But his eyes still carried warmth — the kind that refuses to die.

In his hand was a letter.

A letter Zoboriya never read.

A letter Safwan never sent.

“Zoboriya,

If one day you ever collide with my loneliness,

don’t be afraid…

It only carries the words

I was never brave enough to say.”

He folded it again — just like every other day.

But this time, something was different.

This time… even his silence felt exhausted.

A Meeting — Coincidence or a Test?

A few days later.

Inside a quiet bookstore, Zoboriya stood flipping through an old novel.

Then — a familiar scent.

Cool. Still. Real.

She turned.

Safwan.

Their eyes met — no questions, no wounds — only an unexpected calm.

“How are you?”

His voice hadn’t changed.

“I’m okay…” she replied, then softly,

“And you?”

“Still alone,” he said,

“But no longer bitter.”

They smiled.

A smile that once slipped through their fingers —

now returned without taking anything away.

Only giving something back.

When Love Doesn’t Return — It Transforms

Zoboriya and Abuzar were together now.

Their love wasn’t unfinished —

it had simply chosen its own ending.

Safwan remained alone — but no longer shattered.

He didn’t lose love.

He released it.

Now, he helped those who had lost themselves in love.

“I couldn’t become someone’s destiny,

So now I try to heal the broken destinies of others.”

The Silence That Never Leaves

Safwan no longer poured his words into diaries.

He shaped them into other people’s smiles.

Yet some nights…

When the world slept,

He returned to the window.

Made tea — not for himself,

but for a memory that never left.

And with the first sip, he whispered:

“Some people are never whole…

But love feels complete because of them.”

Bayaan Café – Tape #15: The Conspiracy of One-Sided Love

There was no smoke in Safwan’s eyes anymore.

There was fire.

Because across the café — Abuzar and Zoboriya were laughing.

Abuzar leaned closer, whispered something.

A blush crept across Zoboriya’s face.

That smile.

That laughter.

It cut Safwan open.

Jealousy stirred — quiet, stubborn, dangerous.

“If she can’t be mine…

She won’t belong to anyone else either.”

Love turned into obsession.

Not prayer.

Not pain.

A plan.

Plan A – Emotional Drift

• Expose Abuzar’s past

• Break Zoboriya’s trust

• Pull her closer — slowly

His fingers weren’t dipped in ink anymore.

They were dipped in conspiracy.

Bayaan Café – Tape #16: Stains That Cannot Be Hidden

“Forgive Abuzar.”

Zoboriya froze.

Safwan’s words carried poison wrapped in calm.

He spoke of a girl named Aamna.

Of promises.

Of abandonment.

Doubt settled like dust in Zoboriya’s heart.

The book slipped from her hands.

And when Abuzar came the next morning —

She wasn’t there.

Only a line remained:

“Sometimes the truth arrives so late,

that even love begins to feel like a lie.”

Far away…

Safwan smiled.

One crack was enough.

Or so he thought.

🔮 Next Short Part 

Part Title: When Truth Demands a Voice

Abuzar stood alone in Bayaan Café, staring at the empty chair.

For the first time, love didn’t feel warm —

it felt threatened.

He knew one thing now:

Silence would cost him everything.

And somewhere…

Safwan’s lie was about to meet the truth it couldn’t survive.

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The Distance Between Two Heartbeats – A Silent Love, Unspoken Pain & Healing Souls

 The Distance Between Two Heartbeats

Abuzar was still sitting in front of Zoboriya—

but this time, the weight on his heart wasn’t the same as before.

Some words were still incomplete…

some truths had yet to reach his lips.

Zoboriya quietly held his hand—

as if she had already sensed

that something was still left unsaid in his chest.

“Do you want to say something?”

There was no insistence in her voice, no question—

only waiting.

Abuzar took a deep breath.

“Zoboriya…

I’m getting better.”

Surprise crossed her face,

but there was no smile—

only eyes filled with questions.

“Then,” she said softly,

“when you found out everything—

my illness, my fear—

why did you remain silent?”

Abuzar’s voice trembled,

but his words were clear.

“Because when you left without saying anything…

I broke.

I thought you were like the others—

who turn away the moment they learn the truth.

And when someone leaves without a goodbye…

even hope walks away.”

A strange ache surfaced in Zoboriya’s eyes.

“Yes… I did leave,”

she said in a low voice,

“but not because you were sick.

I left because I felt I wouldn’t be able to cry in front of you.

I wasn’t afraid of you…

I was afraid of the silence

that had started growing between us.”

Abuzar lowered his gaze.

“I waited for you every day,”

he said.

“One call…

one message…

anything.

And when nothing came,

I convinced myself—

maybe the love was only from my side.”

“And now?” Zoboriya asked.

Abuzar looked at her—

this time, there was

no complaint,

no resentment.

Only calm…

and the light of truth.

“Now I understand…

love was never one-sided.

The pain was just different on both sides.”

Zoboriya’s Return

Zoboriya stood up and walked toward the window.

Outside, a gentle rain had begun—

as if every drop was melting the distance between them.

“Now that you know everything, Abuzar,”

she said, turning back,

“know this too—

I haven’t returned only for love.

This time… I’ve come back to stay.”

A warm tear slid down Abuzar’s cheek—

whether it was pain or relief,

even he couldn’t tell.

“So what will we do now?”

he asked.

Zoboriya smiled.

“Now we’ll live all those silences

that were taken away from us.

We’ll listen to every heartbeat

that was meant for us…

but remained unspoken.”

And Beyond That Window…

After a while, both of them stood near the window.

Abuzar extended his hand—

and without hesitation,

Zoboriya held it.

Outside, the rain was still gentle…

and inside,

every wall was slowly falling.

Life was being rewritten—

not in the shadow of fear,

not in unfinished silences…

But in a story completed

between two hearts.

“When love moves beyond silence…”

Safwan — A Silent Shadow

Zoboriya and Abuzar’s lives were now walking a new path.

Two hearts—

finally understanding each other’s rhythm.

But at the edge of this story,

a name was still breathing—

Safwan.

The one who once understood Zoboriya’s silence…

now remembered her only in silence.

Every morning, with a cup of tea,

he sat by the window—

as if her reflection still lived there.

Every evening, he let the cold breeze touch his face—

as if that voice now belonged to someone else.

A question lived in his heart every day:

“Is she truly happy with Abuzar?”

He never blamed anyone—

not Zoboriya,

not Abuzar.

He wasn’t defeated in love…

he had simply fallen silent.

Zoboriya’s smile didn’t hurt him,

but it left a heavy weight on his chest.

He knew—

Abuzar was better than him.

At least he didn’t hide his feelings.

“Maybe my silence is what pushed her away…”

This question

became part of every night.

Now he was only a shadow—

present,

yet unseen.

That Deepest Pain…

The deepest pain

comes when love leaves in silence.

A person looks fine on the outside,

but inside…

they are breaking.

Behind every smile

there is a scream—

a scream only Allah can hear.

Safwan was feeling exactly that today.

After Zoboriya left his life,

the storm inside him

never found a voice.

He sat by the window…

tears filled his eyes,

but didn’t fall—

just like his life,

which had stopped right there.

People said—

“He’s so strong…”

But the truth was,

he had shattered completely from within.

Now he had only one support—

his silent prayers to Allah.

Even today, he prayed for her safety—

even if she was no longer part of his life.

Because sometimes,

loneliness

is more loyal than love.

And today,

Safwan embraced his loneliness

like an old companion

who never leaves…

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Between Breath and Destiny

That night, silence returned —

but this time, it wasn’t heavy.

Abuzar lay awake, listening to the soft rhythm of his own heartbeat.

For the first time in a long while, it didn’t feel lonely.

Across the room, Zoboriya stood near the door, watching him quietly.

She realized something then —

Some love doesn’t need loud promises.

It only needs presence.

She walked back to him and whispered,

“If fear comes again… we’ll face it together.”

Abuzar smiled faintly.

Outside, the rain had stopped.

Inside, something fragile yet eternal had begun to grow —

Not hurried love,

Not fearful love,

But a love that had learned patience…

and survived silence.

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The Space Between Two Heartbeats | A Silent Love Story of Fate, Illness & Hope

 

The Space Between Two Heartbeats

The night hadn’t changed.

Still. Heavy. Unmoving.

Safwan sat by the window. The cigarette had burned out between his fingers, yet the smoke refused to leave his eyes — as if it had settled there, just like the words he never spoke.

Miles away, inside a hospital room, AbuZarr lay staring at the ceiling.

The same ceiling that once reminded him of death.

The same ceiling under which he had counted his breaths, afraid each one might be his last.

But tonight was different.

Something inside him stirred — fragile, uncertain, but alive.

Barely louder than a breath, he whispered:

“I will live…”

The words left his lips calmly — like a man quietly smiling while climbing out of his own grave.

A Silent Letter to Zoboriya

Safwan placed a blank sheet on the table. He held the pen for a long moment before writing.

“Zoboriya,

Maybe you’ll never read this.

But if your heart ever looks back — even for a second — know this:

there was someone who lived his entire life inside your silence.

I won’t stop you anymore.

This letter is not a request…

it is a farewell to a love that was never spoken, yet never ended.

— Safwan”

He folded the letter and hid it inside a book — the safest place for something that still hurt.

Just then, there was a knock.

A postman stood at the door.

“A letter for you, sir.”

Safwan froze.

On the envelope, written carefully, was a single word:

Safwan

And beneath it — Zoboriya’s signature.

From AbuZarr’s Window

AbuZarr opened the window. Cold air brushed against his face, running through his hair — reminding him what breathing freely felt like.

For the first time in months, he looked outside not as someone waiting to leave the world, but as someone being called back to it.

“Maybe now I can live again…” he thought.

“Maybe now I can love… without the fear of disappearing.”

A nurse entered quietly and handed him a small note.

“This just came for you.”

He unfolded it.

“If life has given you another chance, hold on to it.

Because somewhere… a heart might still be beating only for you.

— Zoboriya”

AbuZarr’s chest tightened.

Zoboriya?

When She Finally Stood There

Night had settled completely.

Zoboriya stood outside AbuZarr’s room. Her hands trembled, but her eyes did not.

She knocked softly.

“Who is it?” came a tired voice.

“It’s me… Zoboriya.”

The door opened slowly.

AbuZarr stood there — pale, exhausted — yet something new flickered in his eyes.

“I know everything now,” Zoboriya said quietly.

“Your illness… your silence… the distance you created.”

He lowered his gaze.

“I never wanted to chain you to my suffering,” he said. “I only prayed for you.”

She stepped closer and held his hand.

“I don’t want to be your prayer anymore.

I want to be your companion.”

He looked up — startled by the courage in her voice.

“This path won’t be easy.”

“I know,” she replied softly. “But love that survives only in comfort isn’t love.

I want you — with your fear, your pain, your truth.”

Tears filled his eyes.

“Are you really ready to walk this difficult road with me?”

She squeezed his hand.

“Let’s live now — not only with medicine, but with faith.”

His lips moved. His heart screamed words he couldn’t speak.

I’m coming back from death for you.

All he could say was her name.

“Zoboriya…”

She smiled.

“I understand.”

She placed her hand on his forehead — gently, reverently — like placing a prayer itself.

And in that moment, the space between two heartbeats finally disappeared.

✨ Next Short Part 

When Morning Arrived

Morning light slipped quietly into the hospital room.

AbuZarr woke up before the nurses did — before the world remembered him again. Zoboriya was still there, sitting beside him, her head resting lightly against the chair.

For a moment, he simply watched her.

Not as a man fighting illness —

but as a man who had been given something worth surviving for.

He reached out, hesitating, then gently held her hand.

She stirred.

“You’re awake,” she whispered, smiling softly.

“Yes,” he replied. “And for the first time… I’m not afraid of tomorrow.”

Outside, the city moved on — unaware that inside this small room, two hearts had chosen life.

But somewhere else, another heart was preparing to face the truth.

Safwan closed the book where he had hidden his letter.

And for the first time, he wondered:

What if love doesn’t disappear… but simply changes hands?

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“Incomplete Love, Silent Eyes & a Victory Over Fate — Safwan, Zoboriya and AbuZarr”

 

I love her madly...

I don’t even know which gesture of hers won my heart —

Was it those silent eyes?

Or that talent of saying everything... without saying a word?

I am Safwan,

Sitting in my room, lost in thoughts of Zoboriya —

That one girl whose memories are no longer outside of me,

They’ve seeped deep within my being.

As every night, the room was dim.

Only a faint moonlight peeked through the window —

And that light... painted her face over everything I looked at."

---

"Why did you leave...?"

I whispered to myself —

Like even my voice was afraid

That it might shatter the silence.

She now lives in everything I do, everywhere I go.

When I make coffee —

I see the face that would softly say, “Add a little less sugar, Safwan…”

When I open a book —

I remember her scolding me for folding the pages.

Wherever I go…

Her laughter, her scoldings, her silences —

They walk beside me.

---

"Zoboriya..."

I looked at an old picture of her —

The one where she smiled with sheer simplicity.

"Those quiet eyes of yours… they spoke volumes —

But you never said anything for me.

Was I just someone desperate for your time?

Or a shelter you came to only when you were tired?"

My questions floated in the air —

But the answers never took shape.

---

I lit a cigarette —

But even that gave no comfort today.

It felt as if her memories had stolen away the warmth from every drag.

"I wasn’t AbuZarr... maybe that’s why I lost.

But in love, what do wins or losses even mean, Zoboriya?"

"The only thing that matters is...

you may now belong to someone else,

But the deepest part of my soul... is still only yours."

---

That one voice…

The one that always said, “You were too late, Safwan...”

Still echoes in my ears.

If only once... just once...

You had looked back at me,

I would've poured all my unfinished love into one breath and given it to you.

---

The night grows darker in my room —

And I keep whispering the same name...

"Zoboriya..."

And my loneliness replies,

"Even if love remained incomplete...

At least it was true."

---

Now, all that surrounds Safwan is smoke...

And Zoboriya’s shadow —

That comes back again and again...

But this time,

Maybe she left something behind...

Will Safwan seek her again?

Or will love now only live in memories...?

…

---

Meanwhile, at the hospital — AbuZarr…

---

In the silence of the hospital room, a gentle knock of hope resounds.

Dr. Saeed closed AbuZarr’s file and smiled — a subtle smile that came from the heart.

"AbuZarr...," he said softly, "We’ve repeated your tests. And… it’s really magical."

AbuZarr stared at him for a moment —

As if he couldn’t quite grasp what those words meant.

There was light in the doctor’s eyes, relief in his voice.

"Congratulations, AbuZarr," he said again, this time with more clarity.

AbuZarr’s brow furrowed slightly.

"What do you mean, Doctor?" his voice trembled.

The doctor got up from his chair and placed a hand on AbuZarr’s shoulder —

Like a friend, sharing strength.

"It means, AbuZarr… you’ve won your battle against the disease."

His tone was simple —

But in those words lived everything AbuZarr had longed to hear for months.

"The treatment you took… the courage you showed — it worked.

Your body is now producing the cells that are fighting off the illness.

You’re going to be completely fine soon."

AbuZarr’s eyes slowly welled up.

He looked at the doctor — like he still couldn’t believe it.

"You’re… telling the truth?"

The doctor nodded. "Yes. Absolutely.

What you’ve achieved, AbuZarr, very few can. You fought back."

AbuZarr closed his eyes —

As if a storm inside him had finally calmed.

That moment — his entire existence wept.

But outwardly, there was only a quiet smile...

A tired, worn-out, but victorious smile.

---

✨ Next Short Part 

Safwan stood near the window as dawn slowly replaced the night.

The smoke had faded, but her name still lingered in the air.

For the first time in years, his phone vibrated.

An unknown number.

A single message appeared on the screen —

"Some loves are never meant to return…

but some destinies don’t accept goodbye so easily."

Miles away, AbuZarr stepped out of the hospital, breathing freely for the first time in months.

Life had given him another chance.

But love…

Love was about to test all three of them again.

Because some stories don’t end —

they wait.

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Silent Love Between Pain & Distance | The Unfinished Story of Abu Zar, Zoboria & Safwan

 My Blank Love 

Sadness floated in the air, as if even the sky had cried over something unseen. Standing quietly in the corner of the room, Abu Zar stared ahead, unable to gather the courage to meet Zoboria’s eyes.

Zoboria stood a few steps away — silent, frozen — yet inside her raged a storm of questions. The still moisture in her eyes deepened further with Abu Zar’s silence.

“Zoboria…”

Abu Zar’s voice was barely audible, as if he was afraid of his own words.

“You want to know, don’t you… why I distanced myself from you?”

He still couldn’t look at her. There was no exhaustion in his voice — only a deep fracture, the kind that forms when a secret is buried under years of pain.

“So listen…”

He closed his eyes, as though each word was being torn out of his chest.

“I was diagnosed with an illness… one in which living long isn’t expected.”

He took a long breath — as if he had been carrying years of weight inside him.

“I didn’t want you to know. I didn’t want to see pity in your eyes… or fear. I didn’t want you to break a little every day… dying slowly along with me.”

His eyes remained fixed on the ground, but his lips began to tremble.

“I loved you, Zoboria… and perhaps that’s why I hid the truth.”

He paused for a moment, then spoke softly:

“But I couldn’t hide my love… it kept reaching you. In every silence, in every distance — my love was always there.”

Zoboria’s throat tightened. Tears flowed silently down her face. She wanted to speak, but she had already heard Abu Zar’s punishment.

And now… it was her turn to decide.

Zoboria smiled after hearing Abu Zar’s confession…

But it wasn’t an ordinary smile.

It was like a cracked wall suddenly letting sunlight seep in — like a wave stirring in eyes that had been still for years — like the word “waiting” written on sand finally being shown to the sea.

She spoke softly,

“If you were truly breaking… did you think I was so weak, Abu Zar, that I couldn’t break with you?”

Her voice was gentle, without complaint.

What it held was only that love — still standing where it had stopped, the day Abu Zar walked away.

Moisture filled Abu Zar’s eyes. Even then, he couldn’t look at her.

But Zoboria no longer needed his face — she had learned to read his silence.

And in that silence was only one truth…

Love had never become incomplete.

Zoboria left quietly…

She said nothing, asked nothing, didn’t even look back.

Her steps were light, yet they left deep marks on the ground — as if an answer was being abandoned with every step, as if every breath carried a farewell.

Abu Zar remained standing there —

His words never reached Zoboria’s shoulders, but his silence pierced straight into his own chest.

He closed his eyes for a moment and felt everything he had never been able to say.

“Zoboria…”

He whispered her name into the air — as if her name itself was now his final love.

But the air stayed silent. Zoboria was gone.

Yet Abu Zar knew one thing —

His silence held an answer, and perhaps that answer would never return as words again.

Zoboria returned home and collapsed into her mother’s arms.

The moment she opened the door, her tears poured out as if she had fought the entire world and was finally exhausted — wanting only to gather her broken soul in her mother’s embrace.

“Ammi…” her voice trembled.

Her mother rushed out of the kitchen, alarmed at the sight of her daughter.

“What happened, my child? Why are you crying?”

She pulled Zoboria into a tight hug.

Clinging to her mother’s chest, Zoboria sobbed uncontrollably.

“Ammi… Abu Zar… he’s ill. Very ill. He hid everything from me…”

Her mother’s eyes filled instantly.

“What illness? What are you saying?”

“He was diagnosed with a disease that doesn’t leave much time to live… and he distanced himself because he didn’t want me to break…” Her voice choked.

“And I… I kept thinking he had changed… I thought he abandoned me…

But Ammi, he was fighting a war with himself… and I couldn’t even understand him…”

Her mother gently stroked her back.

“My child… love isn’t just about staying together. Sometimes the greatest love is the one hidden even from oneself — just so the other doesn’t suffer.”

“But Ammi…” Zoboria said through tear-filled eyes,

“He endured everything alone… Did I look so weak that he was afraid to tell me?”

Her mother wiped her tears.

“No… you are not weak.

But when someone loves deeply, they have only one wish — not to cause pain to the one they love. Abu Zar did exactly that… he took the pain upon himself and tried to protect you.”

Zoboria lay silently with her head in her mother’s lap, yet tears continued to slip from the corners of her eyes.

One question echoed endlessly in her heart —

Does Abu Zar still love her just as much?

And is there still time left between them?

Safwan sat alone in his darkened room.

Evening had fallen outside, but inside his room time seemed frozen — like a blurred memory.

Cigarette butts were scattered everywhere; the ashtray held more smoldering silences than ash. He had smoked countless cigarettes, yet with every drag it felt as if he was trying to expel Zoboria’s memory from within — but her memory was like smoke itself, sinking deeper with every breath.

An old song played softly in the background —

“If you’re not here, then nothing exists…”

Every lyric tore through his chest.

He opened the window. A cool breeze entered the room, but it couldn’t soothe the heat trapped inside him.

From somewhere down the street, a girl’s laughter echoed — like salt rubbed into an open wound.

“Zoboria…”

For the first time, he didn’t call her name with his voice — he called it with his tears.

He had rehearsed life without her so many times — sitting alone in cafés, deleting old messages, forcing himself to hate the things she loved…

Yet the truth was, he was still standing at the very turn where Zoboria had left him.

“I wish… I had said something that day…”

Tears spilled from his eyes.

“I wish I were Abu Zar.

I wish I had been your first and your last, Zoboria.”

He stared at her photograph hanging on the wall for a long time, then whispered,

“I can’t even hate you… and love — that has already flowed into my veins.”

And then… he remained seated in the darkness.

He took another drag of his cigarette and said to himself,

“Maybe one day, this smoke itself will lead me back to you…”

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Abu Zar was sitting in the hospital corridor.

The white walls, the smell of medicines, and the growing fear in his heart — everything was breaking him at once.

He took his phone out of his pocket.

Zoboria’s name was glowing on the screen…

but he didn’t call her.

“If I call her today,” he whispered to himself,

“maybe I won’t survive tomorrow…”

On the other side, Zoboria sat by the window, staring at the sky.

Her heart kept repeating one thing —

Something is wrong… terribly wrong.

And somewhere far away, Safwan put out his cigarette for the first time.

Maybe today,

a decision was about to be made…

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A Calm That Was Meant to Return | A Silent Love Story of AbuZar & Safvan

 A Calm… That Was Meant to Return

That night, AbuZar’s mother gently placed her hand on his shoulder.

There was no lecture in her voice. No insistence.

Only a quiet truth she had carried for him.

“Wake up tomorrow morning,” she said softly.

“And speak what your heart has been holding.

Whether you receive an answer or not…

At least your heart will no longer carry this weight alone.”

AbuZar said nothing.

Yet, for the first time in a long while, something shifted inside him.

A faint light flickered in his eyes —

as if a man long broken was slowly remembering

what it felt like to stand again.

The Next Morning

The sun had risen gently,

but its warmth failed to reach Zoboriya’s face.

She sat on the same bench once more —

the bench that had witnessed two goodbyes

within a single, unbearable day.

Her diary rested in her hands.

Beside her sat a cup of coffee — cold now, untouched,

as though warmth itself had abandoned her.

And then—

AbuZar appeared.

He walked slowly,

each step heavy,

each step carrying a confession he had buried for too long.

Zoboriya looked up at him.

She didn’t speak.

AbuZar sat down — not too close, not too far —

on the same bench,

within the same silence.

For a while, nothing moved between them.

Then, in a voice barely stronger than a breath, he said:

“Zoboriya… I left because I didn’t want to hand you my death.

But now I realize —

I couldn’t even give you the most important truth of my life.”

Zoboriya’s fingers trembled.

AbuZar reached into his pocket,

pulled out a folded medical report,

and placed it gently before her.

“This illness broke me,” he continued.

“But now… there is treatment. There is hope.

I just didn’t have the courage.”

His lips were dry.

His eyes were already drowning.

Zoboriya didn’t look at the report.

She only looked at him — as if searching for the man she once knew.

After a long, aching pause, she asked:

“And what do you want now?”

His voice cracked.

“Not time,” he whispered.

“Just forgiveness.

And if possible… one last evening —

where I can finally say everything I’ve held inside for years.”

Zoboriya stood up.

For a moment, it seemed like she would walk away again.

But then, without turning back, she said softly:

“7 PM tonight. Same café.

The place where you once told me —

‘I can read your silences better than any book.’”

And she left.

Café — 7 PM

Nothing had changed.

Old photographs still covered the walls.

Golden light spilled through the windows.

And a quiet melancholy sat patiently at every table.

AbuZar was already there.

Two mugs rested before him —

one for himself,

and one for waiting.

7:03 PM.

Zoboriya arrived.

She wore the same white scarf AbuZar had once given her —

a gift without a name,

yet filled with meaning.

She sat beside him this time.

Very close.

AbuZar spoke softly:

“I’ve lost many things…

but the most painful loss was the trust in your eyes.”

Zoboriya remained silent.

She opened her diary,

tore out a page,

and slid it toward him.

It read:

“I still don’t want to be tied to a name…

But if love is a silence —

then I want that silence to be with you.”

For the first time,

AbuZar smiled.

Two Silences — And a New Beginning

That night, words were unnecessary.

They sat.

They sipped their coffee.

And outside the window,

the moon seemed to pause —

as if witnessing a breath

that had once been unfinished

finally finding completion.

Epilogue — Months Later

A quiet bookstore.

Soft lights.

Pages turning.

Zoboriya sat at the launch of her first book.

Its title read:

“One Bench — Three Shadows — And an Unfinished Breath”

Near the stage stood AbuZar —

healthy now,

yet calmer than ever before.

He stepped forward and said only one line:

“Some bonds don’t break…

They just take time — to be complete.”

Safvan’s Life — A Silent Tale

Evening descended slowly.

Darkness clung to the city walls like a lingering memory.

Near the old railway station,

on a broken bench,

sat Safvan.

A worn-out bag lay beside him.

In his hands rested a torn diary —

filled with unfinished letters, forgotten names,

and memories sealed beyond repair.

Safvan —

a name that was once an identity,

now nothing more than a burden.

Once cheerful.

Once loved.

Once alive.

Now — a stranger to himself.

His life fractured at three irreversible moments.

1. His Mother’s Death

The day his mother died,

his smile left with her.

So did his prayers.

Her lap had been his world.

Without her,

the world turned silent.

2. Saba

She entered his life like rain —

gentle, fragrant, comforting.

Safvan had never loved anyone

the way he loved Saba.

But Saba didn’t want his narrow world.

She wanted the sky.

And Safvan was only barren land.

“I love you, Safvan…

but love doesn’t feed hunger.”

Those were the last words she ever gave him.

3. Learning to Hate Himself

With time, Safvan stopped expecting anything from life.

He asked nothing of relationships.

He questioned nothing.

He just kept moving —

city to city,

searching for the self he had lost.

Tonight

He opened the final page of his diary.

“Maybe I no longer wish to belong to any story.

Perhaps I am only a blank character —

whose life is written by someone else.”

Cold wind tangled through his hair.

The station lights flickered.

Sitting on that broken bench,

Safvan began tearing the pages of his diary —

as if erasing his own existence.

And then—

A voice called from behind:

“Safvan?”

He turned.

A girl stood there —

wrapped in a hijab,

tears trembling in her eyes,

her voice echoing like a forgotten prayer.

Her name was Rehana.

Who was she?

Why had she returned after all these years?

Would Safvan’s life finally find a new name?

Or would this story end

like so many others —

unfinished,

and forgotten?

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Next Part: “When Names Return”

That night, Safvan didn’t sleep.

Rehana’s voice kept echoing in his ears —

soft, familiar, painful.

He hadn’t asked her why she came.

He hadn’t asked how she found him.

Because some questions are too heavy

to be carried by a broken man.

As dawn approached, Safvan whispered to himself:

“If you’ve returned, Rehana…

does that mean my story isn’t over yet?”

Outside, the first train of the morning arrived —

and for the first time in years,

Safvan didn’t look away.

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After the Rain: A Silent Love Story of Zoboriya, AbuZarr & Safwan

 

After the Rain

It was an evening washed clean by rain.

The scent of wet earth still hovered in the air — yet something else was being soaked far more deeply.

A bond.

One the rain never touched.

Zoboriya sat in the middle.

To her left — AbuZarr.

To her right — Safwan.

And between the three of them, a wooden bench rested in silence — not because it had nothing to say, but because it was exhausted from holding unspoken truths.

AbuZarr kept looking at Zoboriya, as though he wanted to understand every word before it could ever leave her lips.

He said nothing.

In his hands lay the same old book — open, unread, unnamed.

Will she speak today?

And if she does… will I hear her — or lose myself in that silence again?

Safwan’s fingers traced the rim of his mug, slow and familiar.

The same mug — the one he had once said:

“This doesn’t just hold coffee… it holds those evenings — when you were silent, and I stayed near.”

Today, his eyes held no demand for answers.

Only patience — the kind that quietly waits, without asking to be seen.

Zoboriya wanted to speak.

Twice, she parted her lips.

Twice, she stopped — right at the edge of a question.

Where do I begin?

Whom do I speak to… and what truth do I choose?

She lowered her gaze, twisting the corner of her scarf between restless fingers.

Even her eyelashes trembled with unanswered questions.

To an outsider, it may have seemed like nothing was happening.

But in truth, all three were tangled inside the same fragile moment —

where love no longer begged to be chosen,

and softly whispered instead:

I am no longer an answer.

I am peace.

No words were exchanged.

No hands reached out.

And yet, something deep passed between them that evening.

AbuZarr finally reached into his pocket.

He pulled out a folded piece of paper — old, worn, written in uneven handwriting.

He placed it gently on the bench.

“I don’t know if you will ever forgive me…

But I know this — more than forgiveness,

I want nothing else.”

He stood up.

And left.

Without a single word.

Safwan stayed a little longer.

He looked at Zoboriya — not searching, not pleading.

And said softly:

“If you wish… I’ll still be your ‘Z’.

So you never have to confine yourself to a name.”

Then he, too, walked away.

Zoboriya was alone now.

Yet for the first time — her heart was not afraid of that solitude.

She picked up the note.

Then opened her diary.

🖋️

They both came today.

One — who once belonged to me, but now fears my silence.

The other — who never belonged to me, yet stood beside every silence.

And me?

I no longer seek anyone’s name.

I seek only that moment —

where my voice belongs solely to me.

That night, when Zoboriya returned home, her strength finally gave way.

The moment she saw her mother, she collapsed into her arms — wordless.

For hours, she wept.

Her sobs rose from the depths of her soul, and in her mother’s embrace, a shattered girl searched for shelter.

“Ammi…”

Her voice trembled — soaked, fragile — like the last stream of a dying river.

“I’m tired now, Ammi.

Tired of endings.

I don’t want anyone’s love anymore…

Nor anyone’s waiting.

I just want to be alone — far from everyone.”

She clung to her mother as if this one bond was the only place left where she could gather the broken pieces of herself.

AbuZarr — That Same Night

He sat by the window long after darkness fell.

The lights were off.

Only the moon remained awake — a silent witness in the room.

His eyes were empty of direction.

Neither the world outside, nor the path within, felt visible anymore.

Zoboriya’s silence was lodged in his chest like a thorn.

He knew —

She won’t ask…

and I won’t know how to say it.

It felt like walking slowly toward death while still alive —

and the cruelest part was having no one to tell.

A soft knock broke the stillness.

“AbuZarr?”

His mother’s voice — gentle, yet piercing.

She entered slowly, as if afraid even his shadow might shatter.

She studied his face.

“Since when have you learned such silence, my son?”

Her voice trembled with an unsaid fear.

He looked away.

“I’m fine, Ammi…”

Just two words — heavy enough to exhaust his breath.

She sat beside him.

“Don’t lie to me, Abu.

Your face has learned pain faster than my prayers.”

His throat tightened.

“Ammi… if I tell her everything — will you break?”

She cupped his face.

“No, my son.

But if you remain silent — I will.”

Time seemed to stop.

“Tell Zoboriya everything,” she whispered.

“Because she is your love — not your death.”

His shoulders shook for the first time.

He rested his head in her lap and whispered:

“This illness, Ammi… it isn’t just consuming my body.

It breaks my courage every day.

I don’t want to give her my fading face.

I don’t want her last memory of me to be my final breath.”

Her hand rested gently in his hair.

Two tears fell onto her palm —

neither his nor hers alone —

perhaps a prayer born from both.

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That night, Zoboriya could not sleep.

The diary lay open beside her, but her pen refused to move.

Somewhere far away, AbuZarr was fighting his pain in silence.

Somewhere closer, Safwan was choosing patience over hope.

And Zoboriya realized —

sometimes, love does not ask to be chosen.

Sometimes, it only asks to be understood.

The rain had stopped…

but the story had not.

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