“Whispers of the Journey”
The cold winds made the streets of Toronto even harsher. The warm glow spilling out of the bakery’s windows cut through the dark night. Inside, Zoboriya and Ehsaan sat holding mugs of coffee.
Ehsaan spoke softly—
"Zoboriya, if Abuzarr comes here, we need to be prepared. I don’t want your past to overpower your present."
Zoboriya looked into his eyes. The fear in her heart still lingered, but Ehsaan’s words gave her comfort.
"But Ehsaan… what if Abuzarr doesn’t just come with complaints… what if he comes carrying an incomplete love? Will you still stand as strong then?"
Ehsaan answered without hesitation—
"Zoboriya, love can never be completed by force. And where there is trust… no third person can break a bond."
Tears welled up in Zoboriya’s eyes. It felt as though the heaviest stone had been lifted from her heart.
“Abuzarr’s Flight”
On the other side of the world, Abuzarr stood by an airport window, watching the snowfall. In his hands was a ticket—“Toronto.”
His heart was restless. He wondered if, after all these years, Zoboriya would even recognize him… or if another story had already been written in her eyes.
He whispered to himself—
"Zoboriya, I never forgot you… Now let’s see what the end of this journey will be."
“Adeeba’s Confusion”
Meanwhile, Adeeba’s nights were restless too. A strange love for Ehsaan had begun to grow in her heart— but she knew Zoboriya was already a part of his world.
Standing before the mirror, she spoke to herself—
"Am I making the same mistake again? Am I falling for someone whose heart may never be mine?"
But her eyes betrayed the truth. She knew her fate had now become entangled with this story.
“The Upcoming Clash”
One cold evening, Zoboriya and Ehsaan were closing the bakery. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
Both startled, they turned to look. The door creaked open… and there stood Abuzarr. His eyes were the same—restless, burning, full of unanswered questions.
From Zoboriya’s trembling lips came only one name—
"Abuzarr…"
Silence filled the room. Ehsaan and Abuzarr locked eyes— and in that instant, both knew the story was about to change.
“The First Confrontation”
The small bakery suddenly felt heavy. The cold air that swept in through the door mixed with Abuzarr’s presence, filling the space with an unbearable weight.
Zoboriya’s throat went dry, her heartbeat racing— as if past and present had collided.
Ehsaan quickly glanced at Zoboriya, then fixed his gaze on Abuzarr. His eyes steady, but questions hiding beneath.
Abuzarr stepped inside. His voice was heavy, yet broken—
"Zoboriya… even after all these years, you’re still the same. But why do your eyes now hold a different story?"
Zoboriya tried to speak, but Ehsaan stepped forward. His voice was firm, yet clear—
"Abuzarr, this bakery isn’t just Zoboriya’s… it’s her place of peace. If you’ve come here, don’t bring the burden of old grievances."
Abuzarr gave a bitter smile.
"So, you must be Ehsaan… the reason my life was left incomplete?"
Ehsaan replied directly—
"No. Your life remained incomplete because you treated love as a cage. Love survives on trust, not force."
Tears spilled from Zoboriya’s eyes. She stepped between them.
"Stop it! This fight isn’t about you two… it’s about my heart. Abuzarr, you were my past… and Ehsaan is my present. And I don’t want to lose my present."
The room fell silent. Abuzarr’s lips quivered, but no words came out. His eyes glistened—as if, for the first time, he had accepted the truth.
“Cries of Broken Moments”
Abuzarr’s grip was tight, his eyes burning with a mix of passion and pain.
"Zoboriya, you once told me your love would end with me… then why today do you call Ehsaan your present? What happened to my love, Zoboriya? Answer me!"
His voice echoed against the bakery’s walls. Ehsaan stood behind, his face tense, but he stayed silent. This battle belonged to Zoboriya’s heart.
With trembling hands, Zoboriya pulled his grip away from her shoulders. Her eyes brimmed with tears, but her voice was firm—
"Abuzarr, don’t ask me these questions… ask yourself. Who betrayed love? Me… or you? Because even then, my heart was yours—when you failed to protect it."
Abuzarr’s lips shook.
"Zoboriya, you’re still trapped in a misunderstanding… I never left you. You were, are, and will always be my life. But this Ehsaan…"—he pointed—"he came between us."
Ehsaan stepped forward, placing a steady hand on Abuzarr’s shoulder. His voice was low, but unyielding—
"Abuzarr, love isn’t something that can be snatched away. If your love had been true, you wouldn’t be asking these questions today. Zoboriya has chosen her path—and I am with her."
Wiping her tears, Zoboriya said—
"Abuzarr, I don’t want to erase you… but I cannot live with you either. Because my love sought peace… and I found that peace in Ehsaan’s heart."
The bakery grew colder. Abuzarr’s eyes filled with tears— his anger crumbling into heartbreak.
“The Explosion of Truth”
Tears streamed down Zoboriya’s face. Her voice cracked, yet rang clear—
"It was Ehsaan’s story that gave me a new courage to live… otherwise, I had already broken long ago. And Abuzarr… why have you come to me now? Go back to your wife and your child. I have no right to shatter someone else’s happy home."
It was as if a bomb had gone off in the room. Ehsaan’s breath caught in his chest. And Abuzarr… his face froze in utter shock.
"What…? Zoboriya, what are you saying? My wife? My child? Where did all this come from?"
His voice trembled, filled more with pain than anger.
Zoboriya’s palms grew cold. She cried out—
"Don’t lie, Abuzarr! Years ago, when I came to your house to see you… I myself heard you. You had put the call on speaker— you were talking to your wife, asking about your child!"
She spoke the truth through her tears.
Abuzarr staggered, clutching his chest with trembling hands.
"Zoboriya… So that was the day… That’s why you left without meeting me?
Ya Allah… you were trapped in such a terrible misunderstanding."
He buried his face in his hands, regret pouring from him.
"If only… if only you had come to me once… to hear the truth behind that call.
Zoboriya… my life’s every love, every hope, every dream… was you. And when you left me… I was destroyed."
Zoboriya’s eyes widened, her feet frozen to the floor.
Ehsaan silently watched them both—confusion and unease clouding his gaze.
And in the air hung a question heavy as stone:
Was Abuzarr finally telling the truth… or was this yet another deception in the name of love?
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