My Blank Love
“The one who left… but took a piece of me with him.”
“Zoboriya, what’s wrong with you?”
Safwan was matching her hurried steps, his voice trembling.
But it was as if Zoboriya couldn’t even hear him.
It was the last afternoon on campus.
Sunlight melted across the tall university walls.
Tired eyes of students carried the weight of final submissions.
And Safwan’s eyes — they only held panic and a desperate longing.
He wanted to stop her.
But Zoboriya just kept walking.
> “Where are you going?”
“Why are you leaving?”
“Just like that? Without saying a word?”
He grabbed her shoulders and turned her to face him.
His voice had grown louder — sharp, shaken.
Some students nearby turned to look.
> “Behave yourself, Safwan!”
Zoboriya’s voice was firm — but trembling.
She pulled herself free, taking a step back.
Her face showed no anger — just a quiet exhaustion.
---
“Why are you leaving?”
Safwan’s voice had cracked by now.
Zoboriya lowered her eyes.
For a moment, there was only silence between them.
Then softly, she said:
> “Because even while staying here… I was never whole, Safwan.”
“And now I have to return to the place where I lost myself.”
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> “Is it for Abu Zarr?”
Safwan asked.
Zoboriya looked up —
but there was no apology in her gaze. Just truth.
> “Yes,”
“But not to find him… to find myself.”
“Even without him near me… I could never be away from him, Safwan.”
---
Even the wind paused.
Safwan’s eyes welled up —
but he didn’t want to appear weak in front of her.
He nodded, then quietly said:
> “I could never include your name in any of my prayers, Zoboriya…”
“Maybe that’s why… you were never written in my destiny.”
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Zoboriya gave a faint smile —
a smile filled with love… and a quiet farewell.
> “You were my most beautiful silence, Safwan…”
“But now, I need to say something — to myself.”
---
She walked away without looking back.
Left behind stood a boy —
who wouldn’t remain in her story like a name,
but would linger like an unfinished letter…
---
Zoboriya was returning to India.
To that city where her parents once filled her evenings with warmth.
She didn’t know if she would meet Abu Zarr again.
But this time, it wasn’t about someone’s presence —
it was about meeting her own soul.
> What she didn’t know…
was that Safwan had begun to love her,
and now he felt like everything inside him… was breaking.
> “You’re ending my love here, Zoboriya…”
he whispered to himself with trembling lips.
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My Blank Love — Part Four
“Where it all ended… that’s where it began again.”
The winters in Turkey were quieter this year.
Zoboriya had decided to leave the university —
but before going,
she wanted to visit that old building one last time.
The place where her last unspoken words with Abu Zarr still lingered.
---
Behind the library, there was an old wooden bench.
Right next to it —
a tea seller still lit his stove every evening.
Zoboriya stood there again.
The air smelled familiar —
like paper, fading sunlight… and that tea
Abu Zarr used to bring for her without ever being asked.
---
She turned around.
And there…
on the very same bench, someone sat.
Head bowed,
holding that same old book
— the one where Abu Zarr used to fold a page and leave it silently.
His hair was longer now,
a shawl wrapped around his shoulders,
and those eyes —
those eyes were frozen in the memory of that moment.
---
Zoboriya held her breath.
> “Abu Zarr?”
she whispered —
as if trying to convince herself it was real.
The boy stood up.
Slowly, he walked toward her.
Still silent.
But in his eyes, the same old sentences floated…
the ones he never got to speak.
---
> “You… here?”
Zoboriya asked,
her eyes swimming with a thousand questions… and answers.
Abu Zarr lowered his head and said softly:
> “I thought you would really leave.”
“But this time… I won’t run anymore.”
---
> “Why did you leave?”
“Not once did you look back…”
Abu Zarr’s voice cracked like an old page:
> “Because I had nothing to offer you.
But the waiting in your eyes…
I couldn’t bear to break it.”
---
He wanted to say more —
but Zoboriya stopped him.
> “Just answer one thing, Abu Zarr…”
“Do you still… read me?”
Abu Zarr smiled — faintly.
> “I never stopped reading you, Zoboriya.”
“You lived inside me every day — only my voice got lost.”
---
Zoboriya’s eyes welled up.
This time…
she said nothing.
She simply stood beside him.
There was no distance now —
not in words, not in love.
---
Then suddenly, a sharp gust of wind blew.
Zoboriya blinked —
and the world around her changed.
She wasn’t with Abu Zarr.
She was alone, standing near that empty bench.
> It was all just a memory.
A fleeting imagination woven from longing and silence.
A moment she had hoped for… but never lived.
She collapsed to her knees, sobbing.
> “Abu Zarr…
why did you leave me alone?”
“Why didn’t you come back… even in the end?”
---
It was all just a memory.
A fleeting imagination woven from longing and silence.
A moment she had hoped for… but never lived.
She collapsed to her knees, sobbing.
> “Abu Zarr…
why did you leave me alone?”
“Why didn’t you come back… even in the end?”
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🔹 Next Short Part
My Blank Love — Part Five (Teaser)
“Sometimes, the past doesn’t knock… it just returns.”
Zoboriya spent the whole night crying under the winter sky.
The empty bench kept staring back at her like a silent witness.
She thought Abu Zarr was only a memory.
But she didn’t know…
that at the very same time, in another city,
someone was packing his bags —
with her name hidden in every heartbeat.
And fate was quietly preparing a meeting
that neither of them was ready for.
— To Be Continued —
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