(Read at your own risk !! CRINGE ALERT🚨 ⚠️)
Zaviyaan spotted Rooh near the entrance gate, She had a few bruises on her face. He didn't get time to notice her anymore when his legs dashed towards her on their own.
Rooh was engulfed by Zaviyaan in a...
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Zaviyaan's heart was pretty much shattered into a million tiny pieces. It was a mess. And he thought, "Hey, maybe if I go abroad, I'll be able to forget about her, or at least stop feeling so hurt all the time."
So off he went, jet-setting to some far-off land, working his tail off to keep busy. But you know what? It didn't work. Nope. Not one bit. In fact, being away from home only made him miss her even more.
Every day, Zaviyaan found it harder and harder to live without her. He was constantly reminded of all the amazing times they had shared, the love they had once felt for each other. It was like a never-ending loop playing in his mind. You know how it goes, right? Those nostalgic memories that are tied to a person - they can be both a blessing and a curse. And for Zaviyaan? Definitely more of a curse.
He threw himself into his job, hoping it would keep his mind off things. But that broken heart of his? It just had a mind of its own. It refused to heal, no matter how much he tried to ignore it. It was like an open wound, throbbing and aching with loneliness.
Zaviyaan would wake up in the morning, groggy from the lack of sleep because, let's face it, heartbreak doesn't really give you a good night's rest. He'd drag himself out of bed, feeling the weight of his heart hanging heavy in his chest. And as he went through his day, every little thing reminded him of her. From the smell of her favorite coffee to the way her laughter echoed in his mind. It was torture, plain and simple.
You know, they say time heals all wounds, but for Zaviyaan, that just wasn't the case. It seemed like the more time that passed, the more he missed her. It was like she had flipped a switch in his brain, making him pine for her even more intensely. It got to the point where he couldn't focus on anything else. Work became a blur, relationships and family strained. All he could think about was her.
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So, he walked into the massive Agha mansion, where all the family members had finally gathered. It was a sight to behold, really - the mansion was elegant, with grand chandeliers hanging from its high ceilings, and luxurious furniture scattered throughout the rooms. The family members, usually so somber, were bubbling with happiness and laughter today. It seemed like a celebration of some sort, but he was in no mood to participate in their revelries.
Ignoring their jubilant faces, he made his way through the crowd, determined to reach his room. As he moved through the mansion, the lively atmosphere faded away, replaced by a somber silence. The walls echoed with his footsteps, amplifying the turmoil inside him.
Finally, he arrived at the door of his room - a room that held so many memories, both joyful and painful. But right now, something about that door gave him an eerie feeling, like a sudden chill running down his spine. It was as if the air had been knocked out of him, leaving him breathless.
For a moment, he stood there, frozen, trying to shake off the unexplainable sensation. He wondered if it was just his imagination playing tricks on him. Pushing aside the unease, he gathered his courage and slowly turned the doorknob. The door creaked open, revealing the familiar space inside.
