My Blank Love
"Some letters are never posted; they remain buried in the folds of the heart."
The evening light was fading slowly.
Zoboria still sat on the same bench,
her face resting on her knees.
Tears slipped from her eyes and soaked into the soil —
the very soil where Abu Zarr’s footsteps once carried warmth.
She wished time would pause…
or rewind.
Just once —
if only once —
she wished Abu Zarr had turned back and asked,
“Are you still waiting for me?”
🌬️ The Wind and a Forgotten Moment
The wind rose again, stronger than before.
A torn page from an old nearby book fluttered to her feet.
With trembling fingers, Zoboria picked it up and read:
“The kind of love that lives outside of words
often lies silent in a forgotten corner.”
Her heart skipped.
It was Abu Zarr’s handwriting —
the same way he used to write notes in his old notebooks.
📬 The Unfinished Letter
She rushed to the bench —
the place where she had first felt his presence.
Beneath it, pressed into the wood,
lay a small envelope.
No address.
Only one line written on it:
“To Zoboria — The One I Could Never Say Goodbye To”
With shaking hands, she opened it.
Inside was a letter —
a voice trapped inside a broken moment.
✉️ Abu Zarr’s Letter
“Zoboria,
When you read this, I won’t be standing in front of you anymore.
But not once have I forgotten you.
You were in every line of every book,
and your name echoed through every silent night.I never left you…
I left only to protect you
from a love I had no right to offer —
a love that would have given you nothing but more wounds.I was afraid, Zoboria.
Afraid of that trust in your eyes
that I had never even held for myself.But if you ever find your way back…
I will still be there —
where you last stopped searching for me.— Abu Zarr.”
💔 He Had Never Left
Zoboria froze.
She clutched the letter to her chest,
as if his final breath still lived in its words.
Now she understood —
what she had felt was not a dream.
Abu Zarr had never truly left.
He had always remained
exactly where she had last let go of his memory.
🛫 An Unfinished Flight & A New Departure
That evening, she tore her university resignation letter into pieces.
She did not return to the hostel.
Instead, she booked a new flight —
not to India this time,
but to Cappadocia.
Because once, Abu Zarr had said:
“If we ever get lost…
meet me on that mountain where the sky touches the earth.”
“Sometimes the one who loves you the most
is the one you understand the latest.”
📚 Safwan’s Library
The old university library no longer felt full of books.
Every corner now echoed
with Zoboria’s soft laughter.
Safwan sat on the same bench
where he had first seen her.
That moment still lived inside him —
Zoboria in a blue saree,
half her face hidden behind a book,
like an unfinished poem waiting to be read.
Now the bench held nothing.
No book.
No girl.
No words.
Only silence.
And in Safwan’s eyes,
a fading hope he was not ready to bury.
“Zoboria…” he whispered,
like a forgotten name returning from the past.
🕰️ Time Had Stopped There
His eyes searched for her everywhere —
between the shelves,
at the curve of the staircase,
in the soft light through the corridor windows.
Everywhere, he saw only one face —
Zoboria’s.
“Where did you go?”
“Why did you leave without a word?”
“All I ever wanted… was for you to pause and look my way.”
He walked toward the bookshelves.
There, hidden in a corner,
was Ghalib’s Ghazals — her favorite.
He opened it gently.
Between the pages lay a folded note.
📝 The Unfinished Line
In her handwriting, only one line:
“If someone grows tired waiting for you…
will you still call them back?”
Safwan’s eyes filled with tears.
For the first time,
he realized he had never truly seen her —
not her silence,
not her loneliness,
not the fears hidden behind every smile.
🌧️ The First Drops of Rain
Rain began to fall outside the library window.
Safwan stood still,
his fingers tracing her words.
“I used to think you never understood my love…”
“But maybe… you did.”
“You were just afraid.”
He stepped outside,
the paper still in his hand.
He knew she was gone now.
Maybe in another city.
Maybe in another silence.
But her name
had become a prayer in every breath he took.
🏙️ The One Who Left — But Never Really Left
That evening, Safwan stood on the university terrace
and looked at the sky.
He whispered,
“God, if You won’t return her to me…
at least give her peace from her questions.
Wherever she is —
let her be free.”
And at that very moment —
on the mountaintop of Cappadocia…
Zoboria heard a voice echo softly:
“You were always my truest story, Zoboria.
And if you allow it…
I want to begin again —
from the place you stopped writing.”
💫 Stories Always Return to Where They Began
On one side stood Safwan —
the one who understood too late,
but loved truly.
On the other stood Abu Zarr —
the one who left,
but never let go.
And in the middle stood Zoboria —
no longer begging to be loved,
no longer asking to be seen.
She now wished for only one thing:
A space where her love could be understood —
not rewritten.
🌌 My Blank Love — still unfinished, but finally real.
✅ 🔮 Short Next Part (Teaser / Hook – Next Episode)
— Next Part Preview —
On the high hills of Cappadocia,
Abu Zarr’s letter trembled in Zoboria’s hands…
And at the very same moment, in India,
a truth was about to knock on Safwan’s life —
a truth that would change the fate of all three forever.
Will Zoboria finally meet Abu Zarr?
Or will Safwan’s silent love at last find its voice?
— To be continued —
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✅ 📩 Short SMS / Broadcast Messages for Readers
SMS 1 (Emotional):
Some stories remain unfinished even after being completed…
The next part of My Blank Love is coming soon 💔✨
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SMS 2 (Suspense / Choice):
Whom will Zoboria choose —
the one who once walked away…
or the one who never could?
My Blank Love – Next Part Coming Soon…
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SMS 3 (Romantic Promo):
Where love stays silent,
fate speaks the loudest…
My Blank Love — Coming Soon ❤️
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