Layers of Truth
Ehsan pulled his chair back just a little and looked at Zoboriya with a deep, steady gaze. There were no questions in his eyes, only a strange softness — as if whatever he was about to hear, he would have to protect it carefully.
Zoboriya pressed her lips together, took a breath, and slowly spoke.
“Ehsan… because of someone, and for the sake of his love, I left India. For the past year, I’ve been here in Canada. I don’t want that person… to come in front of me again.”
Her voice was firm, but in her eyes the moisture of an old wound began to glisten once more.
Rare in This World
Ehsan noticed her fingers trembling slightly. Her lips quivered as she said,
“Ehsan… people who love you so much that they search for you in every corner of the world… are not found twice.”
That sentence hung in the air, as if a hidden truth inside her had been touched for the first time.
Unfinished Words
Ehsan parted his lips to speak, then stopped. For a moment, his eyes only read every expression on her face.
“Zoboriya… you say I’m unaware of the truth of your life, and that’s true.”
A faint smile touched his lips.
“But you too… are unaware of the beautiful moments in mine.”
Sitting Across
Ehsan extended his hand toward the chair in front of him.
“Sit… right here, across from me.”
Zoboriya looked at him for a moment, as if trying to understand in which part of his life he was about to place her. Then she slowly pulled the chair closer and sat down.
Ehsan’s Story
As soon as she sat, Ehsan turned his gaze toward the window, where snow was falling softly, weaving a white silence.
“You think I only find stories in pictures… but the truth is, I’ve lived them.”
His voice carried tenderness, but beneath it lay a quiet exhaustion, as if he had returned from somewhere very far away.
A Journey That Never Returned
“For the past three years, I’ve only traveled — cities, countries, forests, mountains… but in truth, I was searching for only one face.”
Zoboriya’s eyelids lowered slightly, as if her heart had unknowingly recognized that pain.
A Girl… and a Farewell
Ehsan twisted the strap of his camera around his fingers.
“That girl was the reason for my first photograph. She taught me that every picture captures a piece of time… that even time cannot erase.”
He drew a slow breath.
“Then one day she simply said, ‘I’m leaving.’ And she left. Without giving a reason. Without saying whether she would return or not.”
Search and Solitude
“I tried to find her — in her city, among her friends, even in the places we once visited together.”
His eyes remained fixed on the falling snow.
“But it was as if she vanished from the world. And I just kept walking, hiding behind the camera.”
Zoboriya — The First Meeting
A faint smile appeared on his lips as he looked at her.
“Then one day, in the corner of this bakery, I saw you.”
Zoboriya met his gaze, her heartbeat suddenly restless.
“Your eyes had the same exhaustion that mine did — as if we were both, while searching for someone else, losing ourselves.”
A Bridge
“Maybe that’s why, Zuboo, I felt your story and mine are like the two ends of an old bridge… and I want one day for us to meet in the middle.”
He took a sip from his cup.
“I came to hear your truth, so that your burden could be halved.”
Zoboriya looked at him, caught between surprise and pain. From his face, it was impossible to tell that his heart carried the same wound as hers — a wound that would never truly heal.
Zoboriya’s Truth
Zoboriya held the cup tightly between her hands. Steam rose slowly, yet the cold inside her deepened. She inhaled, but her voice broke.
“Ehsan… the reason I left India and came here was not something small.”
Ehsan remained silent, simply waiting.
That Man
“There was a man who loved me more than anyone in this world.”
Her eyes drifted far away.
“His love was such that no matter where I was, he would find me. And I chose to run away from that love.”
A Pain That Wasn’t Easy
“Because with that love, there was also fear. He loved me, yes… but he hid the biggest truth from me. The pain in my life — it was given to me by Abuzarr. A pain I cannot escape.”
Her voice trembled.
“For the past year in Canada, I’ve been keeping myself away from that love. But now, Ehsan, through you… that name has returned to me again.”
Moisture and Silence
Ehsan saw the faint moisture in her eyes, her fingers still trembling.
“People who love you enough to search for you in every corner of the world… are not found twice.”
The words lingered, forming an invisible bridge between them.
An Exchange of Truth
Ehsan spoke softly.
“Zuboo… I may not know every truth of your life. And in the same way, you don’t know the beautiful stories in mine that brought me here.”
Leaning forward slightly, he met her eyes.
“So why don’t we, today, give each other half of our truths?”
They sat there in silence, looking at one another — two wounded souls standing on opposite ends of the same bridge.
What Can Happen Next in This Story
In the next phase of this story, Abuzarr will begin searching for Zoboriya across countries, slowly closing in on her. At the same time, Ehsan will start realizing that the girl he lost years ago and the truth Zoboriya is hiding are connected in a way that can change all their lives. A past betrayal, a hidden lie, and a shocking reunion will force all three to face the truth they tried to escape.
Love will no longer remain silent — it will demand answers.
What We Learn From This Story
This story teaches us that running away from love does not erase pain — it only postpones it. True love is not just about being found, but about having the courage to face the truth. Healing begins only when we stop hiding and allow ourselves to be seen, even in our brokenness.
Next Short Part (Preview Scene)
Snow continued to fall outside the bakery window.
Zoboriya lowered her eyes, but her heart was louder than her silence.
“Ehsan…” she whispered,
“what if the past doesn’t stay in the past?”
Ehsan gently placed his hand over hers.
“Then,” he said quietly,
“we face it together.”
And for the first time in a year, Zoboriya did not feel alone.
Thank-You Message for Readers
Thank you for reading Layers of Truth.
Your time, your emotions, and your hearts mean everything.
This story was written for those who have loved deeply, lost painfully, and still believe that somewhere, love is waiting to be found again.
Stay with us — the journey has only just begun. đź’™
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