“Cracks and Distance” — (Rewritten, closer tone)
The next morning, a thin layer of frost rested against the bakery windows like silent breath.
Zoboriya moved slowly behind the counter, wiping it again and again, as if her thoughts were scattered like crumbs she couldn’t gather. The warmth of the previous night still lingered in Ehsan’s expression — calm, gentle, almost tender.
Yet the peace felt fragile.
Abuzar’s presence, though unseen, hovered like a restless shadow in the air between them.
Then Ehsan’s phone buzzed. A message appeared from an unknown account:
“If you truly call Zoboriya your friend, then don’t hide her from me.
She is still part of my story too.”
Ehsan’s jaw tightened. He didn’t need a name — the voice was unmistakable. It was Abuzar.
Without replying, he deleted the message, exhaled slowly, and whispered under his breath,
“No… I won’t let Zoboriya’s past break her again.”
“Adiba’s Truth” — (Closer & softer)
That evening, Adiba returned to the bakery.
But her smile was gone.
Her voice trembled slightly when she said,
“Ehsan bhai… can I trust you with something painful?”
Ehsan studied her face carefully. Fatigue lived in her eyes.
She continued in a quiet, broken tone:
“After Arslan’s accident… my engagement shattered too.
The man I was meant to marry said I had become a burden.
Since that day, I have been afraid to believe in anyone.
But watching your friendship with Zoboriya… for the first time, I felt that honesty in relationships might still exist.”
Ehsan listened without interrupting. His voice was calm but certain:
“Adiba, trust is a person’s greatest strength.
Anyone who breaks it never deserved you in the first place.”
Tears shimmered in her eyes.
From a distance, Zoboriya watched them — and a quiet ache settled deeper into her heart.
“Abuzar’s Search” — (More intense)
Meanwhile, Abuzar grew more restless with each passing hour.
He messaged his friends:
“I have to find Zoboriya. No matter what it takes.”
One night, a reply arrived:
“We saw a bakery tagged in Toronto with her name.
It might be her.”
His pulse quickened.
“Canada… I knew it,” he muttered.
From that moment on, only one thought consumed him:
“I will not rest until I see her with my own eyes.”
“The Hint of Conflict” — (More emotional)
Winter filled the bakery with life — laughter, coffee, warmth, and light.
Yet sometimes, Zoboriya’s face drifted into silence.
She wondered:
Will Adiba bring Ehsan closer to me… or pull him away?
One evening, Ehsan asked gently,
“Zoboriya… why have you become so quiet? Do you feel I’m ignoring you?”
Her voice was barely above a whisper:
“Maybe… yes. Sometimes it feels like I’m just a habit to you. And habits… people eventually leave behind.”
Ehsan held her hand firmly.
“No, Zoboriya. You are not a habit.
You are like snow — soft, rare, and life-changing.
No one can replace you.”
Her eyes glistened.
At that moment, her phone lit up. A message from Abuzar appeared:
“Zoboriya, I am coming to Canada.
I need to see with my own eyes that you are truly okay.”
Her face drained of color.
“The Beginning of the Coming Storm” — (Closer tension)
She quickly hid her phone.
Ehsan noticed.
“Is everything alright?”
She forced a smile and nodded —
but inside her, a storm had begun.
Because Abuzar was not just her past…
he was her deepest vulnerability.
If he arrived in Canada, both her and Ehsan’s world could tremble.
“The Burden of Truth” — (More intimate confession)
Zoboriya sat alone, staring at nothing, her heart unbearably heavy.
Ehsan sat nearby, uneasy, watching her silence.
Finally, she whispered, voice shaking,
“Ehsan… I must tell you something today. I can’t carry this anymore.”
His chest tightened.
“What truth, Zoboriya?”
Tears spilled before her words:
“Abuzar’s arrival here… isn’t random.
He is not just my past — he is a part of my life I’ve always hidden.”
Ehsan held her hand gently.
“Tell me clearly. Don’t hide anymore.”
She cried openly:
“Ehsan… Abuzar once saved my life.
If he hadn’t come that day, I might not even be alive today.
His place in my past is not ordinary — it is tied to my very breath.”
Silence filled the room.
Ehsan didn’t blame her. Instead, he wiped her tears and said softly,
“The truth may come late… but it heals.
Your past is not my enemy — it is part of you. And I accept all of you.”
She clung to his hand, finally feeling lighter.
“The Confession of Fear” — (Deeper bond)
Cold wind slipped through the window as they sat in silence.
Zoboriya whispered,
“Do you remember… I once told you about Abuzar?”
“Yes,” Ehsan replied quietly.
She twisted her fingers nervously.
“What I didn’t tell you… is that he knows I’m in Canada.”
Ehsan’s voice grew serious.
“Knows everything?”
She nodded slowly.
“And… he is coming here.”
Shock crossed his face.
“To meet you?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “And I wanted you to hear this from me first.”
He stared at her for a long moment.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
Tears filled her eyes.
“I was afraid you might misunderstand me.
But now… I can’t stay silent anymore.”
The silence between them felt heavier than any storm.
“The Bond of Trust” — (Warmer, closer)
Ehsan already knew who Abuzar was — Zoboriya had told him long ago.
But he didn’t know Abuzar had found her in Canada.
When she finally admitted it, he said gently,
“Listen to me, Zoboriya — you are not alone.
If he comes, we will face him together.”
Tears rolled down her cheeks — this time, from relief.
“The Beauty of Friendship” — (More heartfelt)
With a soft smile, she said,
“Telling you the truth hurt… but hiding it hurt even more.”
Ehsan replied warmly,
“Truth must be spoken, otherwise it breaks a person from inside.”
She laughed lightly, wiping her tears.
“You act like you’re my judge sometimes.”
He smiled.
“Maybe I’m your mirror — even if the reflection hurts.”
She shook her head.
“No. A true friend speaks even uncomfortable truths with love.”
Ehsan nodded, eyes gentle.
“May our bond always stay this strong.”
She replied softly,
“Misunderstandings only grow where understanding stops —
and our friendship understands even silence.”
They sat quietly together, the cold air drifting in, hearts connected by something deeper than words —
a friendship unbroken, fragile yet unshakable.
(Future Plot – Reader Hook)
In the coming parts:
Abuzar will finally reach Canada.
His first meeting with Zoboriya will be emotional and tense.
Ehsan may feel insecure for the first time in their friendship.
Adiba’s presence may unintentionally deepen the distance between Ehsan and Zoboriya.
Zoboriya will have to choose between silence and confrontation.
A misunderstanding may shake their bond — but truth will ultimately bring them closer.
✅ (Moral / Lesson)
This story teaches that:
Truth is painful but necessary.
Real friendship survives honesty, not secrets.
The past shapes us, but it does not have to control us.
Trust is stronger than fear.
Silence can hurt more than words.
✅ Next Short Part
“The First Sign of the Storm”
That night, Zoboriya could not sleep. The sound of wind felt like footsteps from her past.
Her phone lay on the table — silent, yet heavy with Abuzar’s message.
Meanwhile, Ehsan stood by the bakery window, staring at the empty street. He felt something changing between them, though he could not name it.
At dawn, a new notification appeared on Zoboriya’s screen:
“I’ve landed in Toronto.”
Her breath stopped.
The storm had arrived.
✅ (Thank You Note)
Dear readers, thank you for walking with Zoboriya and Ehsan through their journey of trust, pain, and friendship. Your love keeps this story alive. Stay with them as the past returns and the truth unfolds — because the real test of their bond is only just beginning. More chapters coming soon!
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