Mahenoor sat quietly in the veranda of her room, her eyes lost in the direction of the balcony opposite hers. That one place—Omar’s balcony—held countless unsaid emotions, unfinished stories, and moments that could never return. Her heart ached with a hope she had buried deep within. A hope that maybe... just maybe... Omar would stop her. That he would come, even for a moment, just to speak to her, to look at her, to say something—anything.

But nothing happened.