✨When Zoboriya Stood Face to Face with an Old Question
Safwan was sitting in Zoboriya’s drawing room once again.
Outside, a gentle drizzle tapped softly against the windowpanes,
as if the sky itself was whispering forgotten memories.
Inside, the house felt unusually quiet.
Her parents were in the kitchen, busy preparing snacks for their guest.
They didn’t know that something far heavier than tea and biscuits
was being served in the drawing room.
Only two people sat there—
Zoboriya
and Safwan.
The Question That Refused to Rest
Zoboriya sat across from him, her posture calm,
but her eyes betrayed her.
They were full of questions she had buried for years.
Her fingers twisted nervously in her lap.
When she finally spoke, her voice was soft—
but every word came straight from her heart.
“Why, Safwan?”
“Why did you come here now?”
“When I left you outside that university in Turkey…
why did you return after all this time?”
Her eyes shimmered with tears.
Perhaps she was speaking because silence would finally break her.
Safwan — Carrying His Own Fractures
Safwan looked at her.
Those eyes—
once full of dreams—
now filled with quiet pain.
He inhaled deeply before answering.
“Because I had no choice.”
“I was helpless.”
“Helpless?” Zoboriya asked, her tone edged with restrained anger.
“Yes,” he said softly.
“Because I love you, Zobo.”
“And ever since we were separated,
not a single moment has passed without you aching inside me.”
Zoboriya — Standing at a Boundary
She remained silent for a while.
Just looking at him,
as if searching for truth hidden between his words.
Then she spoke, quietly.
“Safwan…
I never promised you anything.”
“No confessions.
No signals.
No hope.”
There was no bitterness—
only the honesty of someone already exhausted by loss.
Safwan — Losing a Dream Gracefully
A faint, broken smile appeared on his face.
“I know.”
“You never said a word.”
“But my heart heard everything—
in the silence between your breaths.”
He lowered his eyes,
afraid of what was coming next.
The Name That Still Hurt
Zoboriya took a slow breath.
“Even when I was with you…
I was still alone.”
“Because my heart belonged somewhere else—
and it still does.”
“Your love may be real,
but so is mine…
and it never belonged to you.”
Her voice trembled,
but every word was painfully clear.
A Call from the Kitchen
“Zobo beta, bring the snacks…”
Her mother’s voice gently broke the moment.
Zoboriya stood up, paused, and said softly—
“Safwan…
you are a good man.”
“But I am not your answer.”
Safwan smiled, broken but respectful.
“Thank you.”
“At least you gave me the truth.”
“Now… it will be easier to walk away.”
The Call That Answered with Silence
After Safwan left,
the room felt emptier than before.
Zoboriya picked up her phone with trembling hands
and stared at one name for a long time—
Abu Zarr
She pressed Call.
“This number is switched off.”
That was all.
No voice.
No reassurance.
Just silence.
“Not again, Abu Zarr…”
“You left me alone once more.”
She sank to the floor, hugging her knees.
“You promised you would return.”
“So… were you a lie too?”
Elsewhere…
At a distant train station,
Abu Zarr sat with a book in his hands—
the same one that once held her last letter.
His phone was switched off.
Just like his heart.
“Zobo…” he whispered.
“I want to come back.”
“But I think I’ve forgotten the way.”
A Goodbye That Became a Signal
Zoboriya posted one final message on Instagram:
“There was one last hope… and now it’s gone.
I’m not waiting anymore.”
She added:
#Goodbye #SomeStoriesEndTooSoon #Z
She didn’t know—
That her goodbye
had just summoned someone back.
➡️ Next Short Part
— The Journey Back
Abu Zarr stood at the platform, ticket clenched in his hand.
For the first time in months,
his phone was switched on.
A single notification blinked.
Zoboriya posted 3 hours ago.
He closed his eyes.
“I’m coming,” he whispered.
“Even if I arrive too late.”
The train whistle echoed.
And somewhere far away—
Zoboriya sat by her window,
unaware that destiny had finally turned around.
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