Abu Zarr — who returned, but stood outside courage
The rain had stopped,
but Abu Zarr’s chest still felt heavy.
He stood at the entrance of Zoboriya’s street —
that familiar turn where once her laughter used to greet him before the walls did.
Today… there was only silence.
In his hand, the same old book —
full of letters that were written,
but never answered.
He looked up at her window.
The curtains were closed.
“Should I really knock?”
“Or am I now just a memory… meant to exist only in her past?”
He stepped back.
Not because he didn’t want to go in —
but because love sometimes fears becoming a burden.
Zoboriya — who said goodbye publicly, but waited privately
She had posted:
“I won’t wait anymore…”
Yet every night,
she still sat beside that same window.
Her phone lay next to her.
The post was still there.
So was the Delete button.
Her finger hovered…
but never pressed.
Because some loves don’t end —
they only change form:
into silence, denial, or quiet anger.
Salma — who asked about Deeshan, but revealed Zobo’s truth
Salma’s visit felt casual,
but her words weren’t.
While Zobo prepared tea, Salma said softly:
“Do you know…
when someone gathers the courage to return,
it means they’ve already lost a lot inside.”
Zobo froze.
“And if someone is still coming back,”
Salma continued,
“can they really survive hearing no again?”
Zoboriya — afraid of her own reflection
That night, Zobo looked into the mirror.
Tired eyes.
Messy hair.
A smile she no longer recognized.
“If Abu Zarr returns…”
“Will I still be the Zoboriya he fell in love with?”
The letter that chose silence over confrontation
Abu Zarr didn’t knock.
He wrote instead.
Three days later, a brown envelope lay near the milk bottle.
His handwriting.
“Zobo,
I’ve returned —
not carrying myself, but your pain.I didn’t come to your door,
because maybe you’re still healing from the voice
that once exhausted you.I won’t ask for forgiveness.
I only want you to know —
I can exist even inside your silence.Every morning, I’ll sit on that park bench
where you once said —
‘Fragrance doesn’t change things,
but it refreshes memories.’I’ll leave a book there.
If you ever feel like reading — take it.If not — I’ll still come.
I don’t want answers anymore.
I just want to stay around you,
without disturbing your peace.— Abu Zarr”
Next Short Part
“The Book That Was Finally Touched”
That morning,
the bench was empty.
No book.
Abu Zarr waited longer than usual.
Minutes passed.
Then hours.
For the first time,
fear visited him louder than pain.
Later that evening,
he found something unexpected in his DM requests.
From an unknown account.
“I picked up the book today.
Some pages felt… familiar.
Please don’t stop coming.”
Abu Zarr closed his eyes.
For the first time in months —
he smiled.
Very good
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