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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