سرحدوں سے پرے محبت (Love Beyond Borders)

ایک نئی شروعات؟ (A New Beginning?)

Neha retreated to her room, shutting the door behind her as if she could shut out the chaos in her heart. She sank onto the bed, tears streaming down her face. Everything she had felt for Aariz—every moment of connection, every promise of a future together—now seemed tainted by the darkness of his past.

"محبت واقعی اتنی مشکل کیوں ہوتی ہے؟" she whispered to herself, the words choked with emotion.

("Why is love so difficult?")

She opened the small journal Aariz had given her back in Delhi. It felt like a cruel joke now—this symbol of hope and love, tainted by the secrets he had kept from her. But as she flipped through the pages, she found herself drawn to the empty lines, to the promise that had once filled her heart.

She picked up a pen, hesitating for a moment before she began to write. Her words flowed, raw and honest, a reflection of the turmoil within her.

"محبت اور خوف، دونوں دل میں ایک ساتھ نہیں رہ سکتے۔ میں تم سے محبت کرتی ہوں، Aariz، لیکن میں تمہارے ماضی کی حقیقت کو کیسے قبول کروں؟ کیا میں تمہاری زندگی کا حصہ بن سکتی ہوں، جانتے ہوئے کہ تمہارا ماضی ہمارے درمیان ہمیشہ کھڑا رہے گا؟"

("Love and fear cannot coexist in the same heart. I love you, Aariz, but how can I accept the reality of your past? Can I be a part of your life, knowing that your past will always stand between us?")

As she wrote, Neha realized that she had two choices: she could walk away, leaving Aariz and his secrets behind, or she could face the challenges with him, no matter how difficult they might be. But before she could decide, there was a soft knock on her door.

"Neha، کیا میں اندر آ سکتا ہوں؟" Aariz's voice was soft, filled with uncertainty.

("Neha, may I come in?")

Neha wiped her tears, taking a deep breath before she opened the door. Aariz stood there, his expression a mix of hope and despair. She could see the fear in his eyes—the fear of losing her.

"تم یہاں کیوں آئے ہو، Aariz؟" she asked, her voice trembling.

("Why are you here, Aariz?")

Aariz stepped closer, his gaze searching hers. "کیونکہ میں تمہیں کھونا نہیں چاہتا، Neha۔ میں جانتا ہوں کہ میں نے غلطیاں کی ہیں، لیکن میں تم سے محبت کرتا ہوں۔ میں نے کبھی کسی کے لیے ایسا محسوس نہیں کیا جیسے میں تمہارے لیے کرتا ہوں۔"

("Because I don't want to lose you, Neha. I know I've made mistakes, but I love you. I've never felt this way about anyone the way I feel about you.")

Neha looked at him, her heart torn. "Aariz، محبت کافی نہیں ہے۔ تمہارا ماضی، تمہاری زندگی... یہ سب بہت مشکل ہے۔ مجھے نہیں معلوم کہ میں یہ سب برداشت کر سکوں گی یا نہیں۔"

("Aariz, love isn't enough. Your past, your life... it's all too much. I don't know if I can handle it.")

Aariz took her hand, his touch gentle but firm. "میں تمہیں یہ سب کرنے کے لیے نہیں کہہ رہا ہوں، Neha۔ میں بس یہ چاہتا ہوں کہ تم میرے ساتھ کھڑی رہو، جیسے میں تمہارے ساتھ کھڑا رہنا چاہتا ہوں۔ ہم مل کر اس سب کا سامنا کریں گے۔"

("I'm not asking you to do this alone, Neha. I just want you to stand by me, as I want to stand by you. We'll face this together.")

Neha felt her resolve weakening. Despite everything, she couldn't deny the love she felt for Aariz—the connection that had drawn them together from the moment they met. But the shadows of his past loomed large, threatening to destroy everything they had built.

"مجھے وقت چاہیے، Aariz،" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

("I need time, Aariz.")

Aariz nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. "میں تمہیں وقت دوں گا، Neha۔ لیکن یاد رکھو، میں تمہارے بغیر یہ زندگی نہیں گزار سکتا۔"

("I'll give you time, Neha. But remember, I can't live this life without you.")

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before turning and walking away. Neha watched him go, her heart heavy with the weight of the decision she had yet to make.