The final destination of love

Episode 7

Chapter 7

Minhaj put his phone aside, staring at the ceiling. The feeling in his chest was foreign—empty yet strangely light. He had received the forgiveness he didn’t think he deserved.

But why did it feel like he had lost something even greater?

He got up, pacing the room. The past few weeks had turned his life upside down. He had thought love was a game, something he controlled. He had believed he could walk away and return whenever he pleased.

But Nawal had shown him otherwise.

She had moved on, healed, and grown stronger—while he was still here, stuck in the same cycle of regrets.

"Maybe this is what I truly deserve."

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Minhaj!" Hassan’s voice called from outside.

Sighing, Minhaj unlocked the door.

Hassan walked in, arms crossed. "So? Did you talk to her?"

Minhaj nodded, collapsing onto the bed. "Yeah. She forgave me."

Hassan raised an eyebrow. "That should be a good thing, right?"

Minhaj let out a humorless chuckle. "It is. But it doesn’t change anything. She’s moved on, Hassan. And I… I don’t even know who I am anymore."

Hassan studied him for a moment before sitting beside him. "Maybe that’s your answer."

Minhaj frowned. "What do you mean?"

Hassan leaned forward. "You spent your whole life controlling people, playing with emotions. You never stopped to ask yourself who you really are without all of that. Maybe it’s time you figure it out."

Minhaj scoffed. "And how exactly do I do that?"

Hassan smirked. "Try something new. For starters… stop running from your guilt."

Minhaj clenched his jaw. "Easier said than done."

Hassan sighed, getting up. "No one said it would be easy. But Minhaj… this is your chance to be someone better."

With that, he walked toward the door. Before leaving, he turned back.

"And for what it’s worth… I think it’s about time you stopped looking back at what you lost—and started focusing on what you still have."

Minhaj watched as the door clicked shut behind Hassan.

For the first time in a long while, he felt the urge to do something different.

Maybe, just maybe… Hassan was right.