The morning light gently spread across Rooh’s room, but her heart felt heavy with an unspoken weight. Everything seemed normal around her, yet her mind was consumed by a single thought—Laiba and Zayan. They still hadn’t met, and Rooh couldn’t contact either of them. Every attempt felt useless, and even thinking about it caused her heart to ache: “How could everything change so quickly… and I can do nothing about it?”
Gathering her courage, Rooh decided to go to Zayan’s house. With each step, her breathing grew faster, her heart pounding with a strange mixture of pain and hope. In her mind, she kept repeating: “Maybe now everything will be clear… maybe I’ll understand the truth…”
When she reached, Rooh quietly spoke to Zayan. His face was serious, and there was a hint of distance in his eyes. Then, in a calm but truthful voice, he said:
"Rooh… I don’t love you… I love Laiba."
Hearing these words, Rooh’s heart shattered. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she quietly went to a corner and sat down. Her mind was filled with sorrow and heartbreak. Every moment she had imagined with Zayan now seemed like a dream that had been broken.
She sat there for hours, trying to make sense of her emotions. Every tear, every breath, every heartbeat expressed her pain. Yet, deep within, a small spark of courage was awakening—a thought that perhaps, with time, everything would be alright.
On the way back home, Rooh looked out the window. The morning sunlight was falling on the flowers, and a gentle breeze was blowing. The scene, as beautiful as it was, deepened the ache in her heart. She whispered to herself: “I want everyone to be happy… but my heart is hurting. Maybe I need time to understand my own feelings.”