The Third Morning at the Bakery – A New Turn
Snow still clung to the rooftops.
A pale winter sun lay over the street, and on the bakery’s glass windows cold air had left a misty trace.
Zoboriya had come in a little early today.
While arranging the loaves on the rack, her eyes suddenly drifted to the very corner of the window where Ehsan had sat yesterday.
Her heart whispered—
“Will he come again today?”
She immediately scolded herself.
But what else is a heart for— if not to find paths without asking the mind?
That Same Bell
Ding…
The door opened.
A gush of cold air came in.
And yes— it was him.
This time some dried flowers peeked out of his camera bag.
“Good morning,”
he said with a smile.
Zoboriya nodded.
“Black coffee?”
“Yes. And if possible, could you suggest a new kind of bread today?”
Coffee and Silence
While the coffee brewed, both remained silent.
Only the machine’s sound and the wind outside filled the space.
As she placed the cup in front of him, she asked—
“Why do you take photographs?”
Ehsan looked at the rising steam in the cup.
“Because photographs preserve the stories people can’t speak.
Sometimes even pain can be beautiful if someone knows how to see it.”
Her hand paused on the cup.
Something stirred in her heart— as if, after years, someone was listening to her silence.
The Camera Screen
Ehsan pressed a button and turned the camera screen toward her.
“Want to see?
This is from yesterday.”
On the screen— that same window, droplets of melting snow, and a coffee cup resting on the table.
Yet in the picture there was something that words couldn’t hold— as if loneliness itself was bathed in light.
Zoboriya looked at it, and for the first time, she smiled.
Her First Time Saying His Name
“Ehsan,”
she said softly.
“How do you always know where someone hides their pain?”
Ehsan simply said—
“Those who are broken recognize the cracks in others.”
The First Invitation
For a while, they both stayed quiet again.
Then Ehsan said—
“Tomorrow I’m going to the frozen lake at the edge of the city.
To take pictures.
If you feel like it, come along.
Sometimes, even frozen things melt a little when they see the sun.”
Zoboriya looked at his face.
There was no insistence, just an open door.
Hesitating a moment, she nodded.
A New Stirring
That night, for the first time in months, Zoboriya opened the window of her room.
Snow lay outside, but in her heart, a faint warmth had quietly settled.
The Frozen Lake – An Unspoken Togetherness
The next day, when Zoboriya reached the lake, the soft rays of the sun sparkled on the ice like pearls.
The wind was sharp, but around the lake there was a strange calm.
Ehsan was already there.
A camera hung around his neck, gloves on his hands, and his eyes fixed on the sky as if in deep thought.
“You came,”
he said with a smile.
Zoboriya nodded.
Silence and the Lake
Together, they walked slowly along the edge of the lake.
For the first time, she found peace in staying quiet beside a stranger.
Ehsan lifted his camera and took a picture of an old wooden boat frozen in the snow.
“See?
Even broken things can look beautiful sometimes,”
he said.
Zoboriya looked at him directly for the first time—
“But a broken heart…
that doesn’t become a picture.
It just becomes a burden.”
The First Truth
Ehsan lowered his camera.
“Someone once told me—
if pain stays locked inside, it turns to rust.
But if you share it, it slowly dries out in the open air.”
In a quiet voice, Zoboriya said—
“In my heart, there is still Abuzarr…
and maybe he will always be there.
I can’t even imagine anyone else in his place.”
Ehsan nodded gently.
“And I…
I would never ask to take that place.
Sometimes, all we need is a companion to make the path lighter.”
The Beginning of a Friendship
In his words there was no expectation, no pressure.
Just as if he were saying—
“I cannot heal your pain, but I can sit beside it.”
For the first time, Zoboriya felt a small sense of relief inside her heart.
A Light Moment
As they walked on the snow, Ehsan said—
“If I ever manage to capture a picture of you smiling,
I will consider it my greatest photograph.
Just as a friend.”
Zoboriya smiled faintly.
“Maybe that day is far away…
but perhaps it will come.”
“Sometimes, it’s not love—
just a true friendship that teaches a broken heart to breathe again.”
The Frozen Lake – A Long Breath
The sun rose slowly that day.
The sky wore a thin golden veil, and the city’s snow spread like a shining sheet below it.
With her coat collar raised, Zoboriya walked slowly.
Her breath turned to mist and disappeared in the cold air.
As she stepped onto the path to the lake, she didn’t know what had pulled her there.
Maybe the habit of loneliness, maybe the words of that stranger.
The First Sight of the Lake
When she reached the lake, she saw—
the entire surface covered in ice, white fog floating around the edges, and bare branches of trees painted silver with snow.
In the distance, among the cold wind, a tall silhouette stood—
Ehsan.
Camera around his neck, hands in his pockets, and his gaze fixed far away.
The First Look
Zoboriya slowed her steps.
Looking at him brought no restlessness, only a strange stillness—
as if something whispered,
“There’s no hurry, you are just here to breathe.”
Ehsan turned and smiled.
“You came?”
His voice was as gentle as it had been at the bakery yesterday.
Silent Companionship
Zoboriya came closer, but said nothing.
For a while, they only watched the faint fog of their breaths in the snow.
Then, without asking anything, Ehsan lifted his camera and captured a picture of a broken wooden boat frozen in place.
“Do you see this?
How broken it is, yet in this snow, it looks the most beautiful of all.”
Zoboriya glanced at him—
“Sometimes broken things only look beautiful from the outside.
Inside… only pain remains.”
Ehsan lowered the camera.
“Maybe.
But I believe—
if a broken thing can show the world a little beauty for a while, it’s not nothing.”
The wind grew stronger.
Snowflakes fell over her hair.
Holding herself steady, she said—
“You don’t know…
what it means to break.
When a heart truly breaks, it never becomes the same again.”
Ehsan listened silently.
Then softly said—
“Perhaps.
But sometimes, you don’t need to fix a heart.
You just need to sit beside it and let it breathe.”
The Name of Abuzarr
Zoboriya stopped.
From deep within, words came—
“In my heart there is still Abuzarr…
and always will be.
No one else can take his place.
I will never even try.”
Her words carried no harshness, just a tired truth.
Ehsan nodded.
“And I…
will never try to take his place.”
The First Step of Friendship
They continued walking slowly along the edge of the lake.
The crunch of footsteps was clear on the snow.
After a while, Ehsan said—
“If, one day, in this cold world,
I get to see you smile,
I will count it as my best picture.
Just as a friend.”
Zoboriya gave a faint smile.
“That day may be far away…
but it may come.”
He said nothing more.
He just looked up at the sky above the lake, where golden rays of the sun were slowly spreading over the snow.
Ending
That day, no promises were made at the lake, and no new love began.
Only one thing was certain—
between two broken hearts, sometimes even a quiet, true friendship can be the greatest relief.
🔹 Future Direction
In the coming parts, the story can slowly explore:
Zoboriya beginning to smile naturally, not forced
Ehsan becoming a constant presence, not a replacement
Abuzarr remaining in her heart, but no longer as pain—more like memory
Moments where friendship deepens without turning into love
A quiet realization that healing does not always mean forgetting
A choice where Zoboriya must decide:
stay frozen in memories or gently step into emotional freedom
This story can grow without becoming a love triangle—keeping its purity intact.
🔹 (Moral / Message)
Healing does not always come through love
Sometimes, presence is more powerful than promises
You don’t need to replace someone to move forward
Friendship can be a form of mercy for a wounded heart
Silence, when shared, can be more comforting than words
🔹 Next Short Part (Continuation)
The Fourth Morning – A Familiar Silence
The next morning, the bakery bell rang again.
Zoboriya didn’t look up immediately.
She already knew.
Ehsan stood by the counter, camera resting on the table, snow melting from his coat.
“Same coffee?” he asked.
She nodded, a little smile touching her lips.
This time, the silence between them didn’t feel heavy.
It felt familiar.
As she handed him the cup, he noticed—
her hands no longer trembled.
Outside, winter still ruled the city.
But somewhere between coffee steam and quiet glances,
something fragile was learning
how to stay alive.
🔹 Readers Ke Liye SMS / Message
Dear Reader,
This story is not about finding love again.
It is about finding breath after loss.
If you have ever carried someone in your heart forever,
this story is for you.
Stay—because healing is quiet, but it is real.
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