The morning light filtered softly through the sheer curtains, bathing the room in a pale, muted glow. The clock on the wall ticked steadily, marking the passage of time. But for Mahenoor, the world outside seemed distant, as if time had slowed down, waiting for her to catch up. Her room, once a sanctuary of warmth and life, now felt cold, the walls closing in with the weight of her own despair.

She lay still on the bed, her eyes staring Blankly at the ceiling above. The soft fabric of the sheets didn't comfort her anymore; the quietness of the room only echoed the emptiness inside her. Mahenoor felt as though she caught up in a deep, suffocating silence, one that bed become her companion over the past few days.

Her fingers traced absent patterns in the blanket, and for a fleeting moment, she allowed herself to think of the man who had once filled her heart with so much hope and love—Asjad.

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The memory of how it all began played out in her mind like an old, faded film reel. It was a time when her heart had been untainted by sorrow, when she had believed in the purest form of love. The poetry forum, where she had first read Asjad's word, had been a place of solace for her. She had always been an observer, a silent presence in the Online world, until one day, Asjad's word had drawn her in.

His poetry was different from the others. It was raw, vulnerable, and filled with emotions. Mahenoor felt an immediate connection to his words. She couldn't resist replying, and from the moment on, their conversation bloomed into a friendship.

"I never knew words could feel this way," Mahenoor had confessed in one of her first message to him. "You have a way of saying things that no one else can."

He had responded with humility, his words kind and full of sincerity. "I wirte what I feel, Mahi. And I feel as though you understand it."

That had been the beginning. They had exchanged letters, written poems for each other, and shared their dreams. And though they had never met in person, something in Mahenoor's heart had told her that this connection was different. Asjad was different.

She had poured her heart into their long, late-night conversations. Her family didn't understand it, though. They saw her withdrawn, spending hours in front of the screen, lost in her world. Nazia, had been the first to question her. "Beta, who is this Asjad? What is all this?"

But Mahenoor had smiled softly, feeling no need to explain. Asjad was the one who understood her. He was the one who listened when no one else did. "Ammi, Asjad is my friend. We write to each other. It's.....special." she had said, her eyes bright with unspoken affection.

Her heart had never wavered in its belief that they were meant to be. Even when her family had started to suggest she focus on someone closer to home, she had remained steadfast. "Asjad will come one day," she would say, "One day, he'll come, and everything will be fine."

Days turned into months, and months turned into years. The more Mahenoor waited, the more she fell in love with Asjad. But the truth was, they had never met. They had never seen each other's faces. Their love had always existed in the realm of words, of messages and letters. And yet, to Mahenoor, it felt real.

They had shared their hopes, their dreams, and their fears. She had told him about her childhood, her struggles, and how she longed for a future with him. And he had shared his world too, his aspirations, his plans. She could hear the passion in his words, feel the weight of his dreams. "When we finally meet, Mahi. We'll make all our dreams come true," He had promised.

And Mahenoor believed him. She believed every word, every promise. She had waited for him with all patience of a heart in love.

But one day without warning, the messages stopped. Asjad had grown distant, his replies brief, and then, nothing at all. Mahenoor had tried to reach out, sending messages, waiting for replies, but there was only silence.

Her heart had begun to panic, the space between them growing larger with each passing day. What had happened? Had she done something wrong? Was he falling out of love with her?

The silence had stretched on, and Mahenoor had felt her world begin to crumble. Her once-hopeful heart began to Shatter, piece by piece, but she refused to give up. She believed in him. She believed in them.

"He'll come back," She whispered to herself everyday. "He has to."

And then, the phone call came—the one that destroyed everything. A voice on the other end, a friend of Asjad's, gently delivered the news. "I'm sorry, Mahenoor, but Asjad is getting married....to someone else."

The words rang in her ears, but they didn't make sense. She had felt as though the ground had slipped from beneath her feet. How could he? How could he marry someone else when they had shared so many dreams?

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Mahenoor stood now, staring out of the veranda, her eyes vacant, lost in the empty spaces between past and the present. The sun was low in the sky, casting a soft glow over the garden, but she couldn't bring herself to appreciate its beauty. All she could do was stand there, lost in the crushing weight of her reality.

She closed her eyes for a moment, the cool breeze brushing against her face, and then whispered the words that had haunted her for days.

"Unse kaha tha ek din sab thik ho jayega....lekin mujhe nahi pata tha woh kisi aur ke saath thik hoga."

(He said that one day everything will be alright....but I didn't know that it would be alright with someone else.)

Her voice trembled, a tear slid down her cheeks, though she didn't wipe it away. She had never imagined that the person she loved would move on without her. She had never imagined that he would leave her behind without even a second thought.

The emptiness inside her was so profound now that she Didn't know how to fill it. Her heart, which had once been full of love and hope, was now an abyss.

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On the other side, Omar sat on his balcony, his guitar resting on his lap. The soft strum of the strings seemed to fill the silence around him, but it did little to calm the storm inside. His mind, as it often did, drifted back to the past, to the days when he and Mahenoor had been inseparable.

Omar had always been there for her—through every joy, every sorrow. But he had never told her that he loved her. He had watched her call in love with someone else, never daring to confess his feelings, knowing full well that her heart belonged to Asjad.

But now, as he sat with his guitar, strumming the strings in rhythm with the ache in his heart, he realized just how much he had hidden from her—and from himself.

"Mohabbat sirf paane ka naam nahi...kabhi kabhi chup reh ke kisi ka sath nibhane bhi mohabbat hai." He whispered to himself, the words thick with meaning. His fingers moved across the strings, the music following like the unsaid words he had kept locked inside.

(Love is not just about getting things.... sometimes staying silent and supporting someone is also love.)

Omar had never expected Mahenoor to love him the way she loved Asjad. He had always known that her heart was spoken for, but he had never stopped loving her. He had always been there for her in silence, ready to catch her when she fell. But now, as she stood at the edge of her broken heart, he couldn't just stay silent anymore. He wanted to be there for her—more than ever before.

Both Mahenoor and Omar stood on the opposite sides of the world, lost in their own thoughts, trapped in their own silences. Mahenoor mourning the loss of a love that had never fully been her, and Omar, silently carrying the weight of his own love for her. Neither knew how to move forward. Neither knew how to bridge the distance between them.

The future seemed uncertain for both of them. But in the stillness of that moment, they were united in their shared sorrow. And though they couldn't yet see it, there was something in the air—a shift, a pull that would eventually bring them together.

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