After the Silence of the Haveli
AbuZarr’s Restlessness
Three days had slipped by.
Zoboriya’s phone remained switched off.
Her messages did not even reach the stage of “delivered.”
Every morning followed the same painful ritual—
AbuZarr would pick up his phone
and dial her number,
as if hope itself lived inside that call.
“Please… just once…
let me hear your voice,”
he whispered, more like a prayer than words.
But the screen answered him every time with the same cruel message:
“Switched Off.”
Dark circles had settled permanently beneath his eyes.
Even the wind brushing past the rooftop of the haveli
felt weary of waiting beside him.
Safwan’s Unease
Safwan, too, could not remain still.
An unfamiliar fear slowly crept into his mind—
What if she has… left both of us forever?
He sent his men across the entire city.
“Search everywhere—
cafés, parks, libraries.
I want to know where she is.”
Yet there was no trace of her.
For the first time,
Safwan’s cunning felt useless,
as if it had been locked away
in a dark, airless room.
The Library Corner
Far from the city’s chaos,
inside an old, quiet building,
Zoboriya sat alone.
A wooden table.
The soft glow of a white lamp.
An open diary resting in front of her.
Her fingers trembled as she wrote,
yet her face held a strange, steady calm.
“If I return this time…
it will be on my terms.
Not because of Safwan’s fear,
and not because of AbuZarr’s love.”
She finished writing,
closed the diary gently,
and released a deep, steady breath.
Night — AbuZarr’s Breaking Point
That night,
AbuZarr sat alone in the courtyard.
Again and again,
his eyes returned to the phone in his hand—
as if her name might suddenly appear
and save him.
“You have punished me, Zoboriya…
but do you know…
this punishment is killing me?”
His lips trembled.
His eyes burned with tears he refused to let fall.
The old clock of the haveli
announced midnight.
Safwan’s Next Move
On the fourth day,
Safwan stood before the mirror.
Exhaustion weighed heavily on his face,
but in his eyes,
the old cunning had returned.
“Fine…
if she won’t stop for my calls,
I’ll weave a new trap.
I’ll show her a truth so sharp
that she’ll be forced to look at me again.”
He opened an old file—
One filled with secrets about AbuZarr’s family,
truths that had never been revealed.
Zoboriya’s Next Step
On the fifth day,
as she stepped out of the library,
Zoboriya finally switched on her phone.
The screen flooded instantly—
hundreds of missed calls.
Most of them were from AbuZarr.
Then came Safwan’s.
She didn’t answer.
She placed the phone on silent
and lifted her gaze to the sky.
“First, I need to find myself.
Only after that…
will I answer anyone.”
The Next Morning — The Ringing Phone
AbuZarr hadn’t slept all night.
At sunrise,
he dialed her number once again.
This time—
the phone began to ring.
His heart felt as though it would burst out of his chest.
“Zoboriya…
please, just once, listen to me.”
On the other side,
Zoboriya’s fingers hovered over the screen.
Is this the right moment?
she asked herself.
And at that exact instant—
Safwan’s call came in as well.
Both names appeared on the screen together.
Her hand trembled slightly,
caught between two truths.
Outside the Haveli — AbuZarr’s Shock
After many days,
with tired steps, heavy eyes,
and nothing but hope holding him upright,
AbuZarr finally reached Zoboriya’s house.
Only one thought filled his heart—
No matter what happens today,
I will talk to her.
But as he reached the door,
he stopped.
The large wooden door stood deserted.
The silence was so deep
he could hear his own heartbeat.
Above the door hung a small board—
“LET OUT SOON —
The owners have vacated this house.”
AbuZarr’s eyes froze.
His steps faltered.
“What… what is this?”
He touched the board,
as if needing proof
that this wasn’t a dream.
He looked around—
no signs of life,
no neighbor to ask
where Zoboriya had gone.
The windows were locked.
The courtyard lay empty.
And in the air,
only emptiness echoed.
He sank onto the steps.
Holding his head in both hands,
he whispered softly—
“You left…
without telling me.
Do you hate me that much?”
The Shopkeeper’s Voice
At that moment,
an old shopkeeper standing nearby called out—
“Son, they left two days ago.
Loaded everything into a truck and went away.
Where they went…
nobody knows.”
AbuZarr looked at him desperately.
“Didn’t they leave an address, a note… anything?”
The old man shook his head.
“No, son.
That girl was very quiet.
She only said—
‘We need some time.’”
AbuZarr’s Collapse
Hearing those words,
something inside AbuZarr collapsed.
He looked once more at the haveli,
then at the deserted door.
“I will find you, Zoboriya.
Even if I have to search the entire world…
I will find you.”
His voice trembled with promise and pain.
On the Other Side — Safwan
The very next day,
when Safwan received the news,
a strange smile curved his lips.
“Perhaps fate has made my path easier.
Now there is no one left
to take her away from me.”
Yet deep inside,
a quiet fear stirred—
What if she chooses to stay away
from both me and AbuZarr?
🔮 What Is Likely to Happen Next in This Story?
This story is now standing at a dangerous emotional crossroad.
Safwan will use AbuZarr’s family secrets as a weapon, not to destroy him openly, but to shake Zoboriya’s trust.
AbuZarr will be forced to confront a truth about his own past that even he may not be ready to accept.
Zoboriya will not return as the same girl who left —
she will return stronger, clearer, and no longer willing to be emotionally controlled.
The real battle will no longer be between two men —
it will be Zoboriya vs fear, love, and destiny.
🌙 What We Learn From Zoboriya’s Story
Zoboriya’s journey teaches us that:
Love is not real if it takes away your voice.
Silence is sometimes not weakness — it is self-preservation.
A woman does not need to choose between two men;
sometimes she must choose herself first.
Healing begins when you stop living for others’ expectations and start listening to your own soul.
Zoboriya reminds us that self-respect must come before love.
✨ Next Short Part – The Message
The Unsent Truth
That night, Zoboriya sat by the window of an unfamiliar room.
The city outside was quiet,
but her mind was not.
She opened her phone again.
AbuZarr’s last missed call still glowed on the screen.
Her thumb hovered over the message box.
She typed—
“I never wanted to hurt you…”
Then erased it.
She typed again—
“I needed space to breathe.”
Erased.
Her eyes closed slowly.
“If I speak now,”
she whispered,
“I will fall back into the same pain.”
Across the city,
Safwan stared at the open file in his hands.
One document slipped from between the pages.
A single sentence caught his eye—
“If this truth ever reaches Zoboriya,
everything will change.”
And somewhere else,
AbuZarr stood alone beneath the open sky,
unaware that the next truth
could either save his love
or destroy it forever.
💌 Readers’ Thank You Message
Dear Readers 🤍
From the bottom of my heart,
thank you for giving this story so much love.
Your reads, comments, and messages
are the reason AbuZarr, Zoboriya, and Safwan
feel alive beyond the pages.
Every emotion you feel,
every tear you shed,
every moment you wait for the next part —
it means everything to me.
Thank you for staying with this journey 🤍
📣 Share & Comment Request
If this story touched your heart even a little,
please share it with others
and leave a comment telling me:
✨ Whose pain do you feel more — AbuZarr or Zoboriya?
✨ Should Zoboriya forgive… or walk away forever?
Your words give this story its soul 🤍
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