After the Silence of the Haveli — One Year Later
After Zoboriya left,
time did not move forward.
It simply stopped—
as if the world had frozen in the moment she disappeared.
One Month of Emptiness
An entire month passed.
No message.
No trace.
No clue.
Every single day, AbuZarr walked toward the abandoned house.
He climbed the worn-out steps slowly,
stood in the empty courtyard for a long moment,
and then returned—
with the same disappointment resting on his shoulders.
“Maybe today I’ll hear something,”
he whispered to himself each time.
But hope never returned with him.
Safwan’s Restless Search
On the other side, Safwan had lost his peace too.
He sent people everywhere—
railway stations, bus stands, libraries,
even to other cities.
Every door was knocked.
Every lead was chased.
Yet Zoboriya was nowhere.
“It’s as if she dissolved into the air,”
Safwan muttered, defeated.
A Year That Changed Everything
Slowly, days turned into months.
And months—into a full year.
Still, the search remained incomplete.
AbuZarr’s face carried the marks of exhaustion now.
His eyes held only one question,
a question that had settled deep inside him:
“Where are you, Zoboriya?”
Safwan’s sharp mind had grown tired as well.
Despite countless plans and strategies,
he locked himself inside his room—
because there was no path left to follow.
Around the city, people whispered a single story:
“There was a girl…
who one day left everything behind
and disappeared.
No one knows where she is now.”
AbuZarr’s Silent Promise
Even after a year,
every night on the haveli’s terrace,
AbuZarr looked at the sky and whispered the same words:
“I will find you, Zoboriya…
even if it takes my entire life.”
The wind never replied,
but his promise remained—
etched into the silence.
Unanswered Questions
Where was Zoboriya?
Why did she leave?
Who was she with?
Even after a year,
no one had the answers.
Canada
A cold yet sunlit afternoon.
Inside a small bakery with glass doors,
the air was warm and sweet—
filled with the scent of butter, sugar,
and freshly baked cakes.
The door opened softly.
A little girl stepped inside.
She was too small to reach the counter,
so she walked slowly, stood on her toes,
peeked up and said in the sweetest voice:
“Hello ma’am…
can I have a pineapple cake?”
Her voice was soft and innocent,
like a raindrop touching glass.
The woman behind the counter paused, surprised.
She bent down to look.
There stood a doll-like child—
wearing a pink sweater,
cheeks red from the cold,
eyes wide and pure.
The woman smiled warmly.
“Of course, baby.
Just wait ten minutes.”
The little girl’s face lit up.
“Thank you!”
She walked to a nearby chair and sat down.
Her legs swung in the air,
hands folded neatly in her lap—
waiting patiently.
Inside the bakery,
a fresh pineapple cake was being decorated.
The sweet aroma filled the room.
A few minutes later,
the woman returned holding a small, steaming cake.
She bent down gently.
“What’s your name, little angel?”
The girl glanced at the cake, then whispered shyly:
“Emma…”
“What a beautiful name,”
the woman said softly.
“Did you come here alone?
Where are your mommy and daddy?”
Emma twisted her tiny fingers and replied:
“Mommy is outside in the car.
She says I’m brave.
Today I had to ask all by myself.”
Pride glowed on her small face.
The woman’s heart melted.
She placed a chocolate candy into Emma’s palm.
“Then this is your reward for being brave.”
Emma giggled—
a sound that filled the bakery with warmth.
The woman served her a small slice of cake.
“Make sure your mommy tastes it too.”
Emma held the plate carefully,
as if it were a precious treasure.
Before leaving, she turned back and said:
“Thank you, ma’am…
Next time I’ll bring my little sister too!”
The woman watched as the tiny pink sweater disappeared outside.
Through the window, she saw a car waiting.
A woman stepped out and gathered Emma into her arms,
listening closely as the child excitedly narrated her brave little adventure.
The Woman in the Car
The woman held Emma close.
Her hands trembled slightly,
but her face remained calm.
A year had passed
since she had left her city,
her name,
her past.
Canada’s cold could never reach
the emptiness she once carried inside.
She looked at her daughters in the back seat—
safe, smiling, alive.
Her eyes filled with tears,
but she smiled.
That woman was Zoboriya.
Not someone’s love.
Not someone’s memory.
Just a mother now.
The car moved forward slowly,
leaving the bakery behind.
Far Away — The Haveli
the same moment,
thousands of miles away…
AbuZarr stood on the haveli’s terrace.
He closed his eyes and whispered:
“If you are alive, Zoboriya…
may you be at peace.”
For the first time,
his words carried no pain—
only prayer.
End
Some stories don’t end with meetings.
They end with survival.
Some love stories don’t unite hearts—
they protect souls.
And sometimes,
leaving is not betrayal…
it is courage.
💕💔✨
🔹 What Will Happen Next in This Story?
In the coming parts, the story will grow even deeper…
AbuZarr will discover an unexpected clue that hints Zoboriya is still alive
In the future, Emma will form an unknown, fateful connection with AbuZarr
Safwan’s past and the truth of his mistakes will finally come to light
Zoboriya will face the most difficult test of her life—choosing between her past emotions and the life she built with courage
This story is not only about love—
it is a story of strength, patience, and sacrifice.
🔹 What Does This Story Teach Us? (Moral / Lesson)
Sometimes, leaving is necessary to protect yourself
Not every love ends in togetherness, but no true love is ever meaningless
A woman is not just someone’s love—she is a mother, a human being, and an entire world of strength
Patience and prayer work silently, yet they never fail
🔹 Next Short Part
Next Part — A Strange Coincidence
At a school function in Canada,
Emma was about to recite a poem on stage.
In the audience sat an Indian guest—
his eyes suddenly filled with tears, for no clear reason.
He didn’t know why,
but in that small, innocent voice,
he heard the greatest pain of his life…
Was it just a coincidence?
Or had destiny already begun to play its move?
🔹 Thank You Message for Readers 💌
Dear Readers 🤍
From the bottom of my heart, thank you
for giving so much love to my story.
Today, this story is being read in 150 countries around the world—
for me, these are not just numbers,
but your trust, encouragement, and affection.
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because even one comment from you
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