The Next Morning – Zoboriya’s Decision
It felt as if someone had pulled the very sleep out of her head that night. Her eyes were swollen, her face pale. Standing in front of the mirror, Zoboriya kept staring at herself. Her heart kept whispering again and again:
“The one I made my whole world,
is the same person who gave me the deepest wound.”
Safwaan’s words, Abuzar’s truth, and that video — all tangled together and exhausted her heart.
For a long moment, she stood there without blinking, and then slowly said to herself—
“I will not stay broken for anyone.
This story ends here…
on my terms.”
She began pacing around the room, each step making her decision firmer. She picked up her phone and typed a message:
“Come to the old courtyard of the haveli at 5 pm today.
I won’t run,
and you won’t hide.
In front of everyone,
we’ll clear the truth once and for all.
This is your last chance with me.”
She sent the message to Abuzar. Then she typed another one, this time for Safwaan:
“You come too.
Because this decision isn’t just for me —
it’s the last one for both of you as well.”
Evening – The Old Courtyard of the Haveli
The sun was sinking. The long shadows of the old trees stretched across the walls. Zoboriya arrived first. Her walk was firm. There was no fear in her eyes today, only anger and exhaustion. After a while, Abuzar came. His face showed nothing but regret. And finally, Safwaan appeared, carrying that same phone which held the video.
The Confrontation
Without any delay, Zoboriya said:
“This ends today.
Safwaan, play the video you showed me,
right here in front of everyone.”
Safwaan smiled, as if victory was already his.
“Of course…
so everyone can see who made you cry.”
He placed the phone for all to see and played the video.
The Video
In the video, Zoboriya’s broken state was clear. Her head rested on Safwaan’s shoulder, completely shattered.
Abuzar’s Eyes
The moment he saw the video, Abuzar’s face turned pale. His eyes welled up with tears.
“Zoboriya…”
his voice cracked.
But Zoboriya raised her hand to stop him.
“Don’t say a word.
I’ve seen this video again and again.
And now I have just one question —
Do you even realize
who pushed me into this state?”
Safwaan immediately answered,
“Who else?
It was Abuzar.”
Zoboriya looked straight at him,
“Really?
Or was this video just a part of your little game?”
Safwaan’s expression changed for a split second.
“What do you mean?”
Zoboriya took a deep breath and said,
“I mean this —
you were hiding there just to record this.
You turned my broken state
into your own weapon.
And today,
you want to use it to drive me away from him.”
Abuzar stayed silent. He lowered his head. For him, it was enough that Zoboriya was finally speaking.
Safwaan, now angry, shouted:
“Zoboriya!
Why don’t you get it?
I was standing up for you!
He was the one deceiving you!”
In a cold, calm tone, Zoboriya replied:
“Safwaan…
deception isn’t just about lying.
It’s also about using someone’s broken trust.
You used my pain.
And from today,
you are no longer a part of my world.”
The Verdict
She looked at both of them:
“Abuzar…
I need time to see your truth.
And Safwaan…
from this moment, we are done.
Your schemes have only made me stronger.”
Safwaan’s face turned red with rage. He wanted to say something, but Zoboriya’s unyielding gaze silenced him.
Zoboriya walked away. Her steps trembled, but in her eyes, there was a new determination. Abuzar stood there, drenched in the evening air, just watching her leave. And Safwaan, with his fists clenched, vowed silently:
“This isn’t over…
now it’s my turn.”
Zoboriya’s New Decision – Distance for Herself
As she walked away from the courtyard, the evening breeze brushed against a face full of exhaustion, but also an unusual calm. Her heart whispered — “Enough now. No Safwaan. No Abuzar.”
The Silence of Home
When she opened the door, the house was completely silent. She went straight to the window, looked at her reflection in the glass and murmured:
“Maybe now
I should stop waiting for someone to come.
It’s time I find myself again.”
Phone Switched Off
She picked up her phone, looked at all the notifications. Messages from Safwaan, calls from Abuzar. She deleted them all. Switched the phone off.
“I need time…
and this time, I’ll take alone.”
A New Chapter
The next morning, Zoboriya made a new routine for herself. She took leave from work, picked up her paintbrushes again, and promised herself:
“No longer will I breathe
on someone else’s love.
I’ll breathe for myself.”
Safwaan
On the other side, Safwaan was restless. He kept calling her, but the phone was always off.
“Will she really walk away from me so easily?
No…
I’ll make sure she remembers me.”
He began weaving a new trap in his mind.
Abuzar
Abuzar was in an even worse state. Every day, he stood on the haveli’s roof staring toward Zoboriya’s house, but there was no sign of her. He knew — this time, if he didn’t prove his truth, he might lose her forever.
Zoboriya’s Solitude
Days passed. Zoboriya spent her time painting, writing in her diary, sometimes suddenly breaking down when an old song played.
“My heart is still the same…
only now,
there’s a layer of mistrust covering it.”
A Place Where No One Knows Her
One day, she traveled far from the city to an old book library. No one there knew her. In that silence, she tried for the first time to read herself without pain.
A Page from Her Diary
Sitting there, she wrote in her diary:
“When trust breaks,
love doesn’t die…
It just turns into a stubborn promise
to love yourself first.”
The New Turning Point
Safwaan’s next move: He will dig into Abuzar’s past to try and confuse Zoboriya again.
Abuzar: He will silently wait through this distance, but deep down, he is gathering proof to win her back.
And Zoboriya? She has begun to rebuild her world starting only with herself.
Do you think Zoboriya and Abuzar will ever meet again?
Maybe they will.
But not as the same broken people they once were.
If they meet again, it won’t be because of longing or fear of loss —
it will be because both of them have learned the meaning of truth, patience, and self-respect.
Sometimes, distance is not meant to separate hearts forever.
Sometimes, it is meant to rebuild them first.
What does this story teach us?
This story teaches us that love alone is not enough.
Trust, honesty, and respect are just as important.
It reminds us that using someone’s pain is a form of betrayal,
and staying silent in front of the truth can hurt as much as a lie.
Most of all, it teaches us that choosing yourself is not selfish.
Walking away from confusion, manipulation, and emotional wounds
is often the bravest decision a person can make.
🔹 NEXT SHORT PART
The Day Silence Began to Speak
The city moved on as usual,
but Zoboriya’s world had slowed down.
For the first time in years,
no one was questioning her choices,
no one was demanding answers.
And that scared her more than pain ever did.
At the library window,
she watched strangers pass by,
each one carrying a life that had nothing to do with hers.
Her phone stayed switched off,
yet her heart kept ringing.
Not with Abuzar’s voice.
Not with Safwaan’s threats.
But with a quiet fear —
What if distance heals her…
but also takes away her ability to trust forever?
Somewhere far away,
Abuzar finally found the proof he had been searching for.
And Safwaan…
he had already made his first move.
Zoboriya didn’t know it yet,
but the silence she chose
was about to be tested.
Because sometimes,
walking away is not the end of a story —
it is the moment when the real battle begins.
🔹 THANK YOU MESSAGE FOR READERS 💌
Dear Readers 🤍
From the bottom of my heart, thank you all for giving so much love to my story.
Today, this story is being read in 150 countries — this is not just my achievement, it belongs to all of you.
Your comments, shares, and prayers give me the strength and courage to keep writing.
If this story touched your heart even a little, please share it with your friends and loved ones.
Your love is my greatest power.
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