Whispers Of The Heart

Chapter 29

Maujzon mein nahi tha yakeen humein, phir tum yun aye

Jaise zindagi ko khuli fiza mili ho.

Sometimes life throws us into impossible situations, where every breath feels like a battle for survival. It can be like finding yourself stranded on a deserted island with no food, no shelter, and the horizon stretching out endlessly, taunting you with the unknown. In those moments, you're forced to survive on the barest of essentials, where even the simplest of tasks becomes an ordeal that tests every ounce of your strength and willpower. You're made to question every decision, to think twice before every step, because one wrong move could mean everything.

The smallest acts of survival become monumental victories. But it's up to you how you face these challenges because one day, life will inevitably swing the pendulum in the opposite direction, presenting you with moments where abundance flows effortlessly, as though the universe itself conspires to grant you all the things you once fought so hard for.

And when that time comes, you'll realize that the dark days were there for a reason—to teach you the importance of gratitude, to help you cherish the good when it finally arrives, and to find joy in the smallest of blessings.

This was exactly what Dinayah was feeling now. Sitting in the quiet room, she watched as Arham, with a broad smile on his face, held the purple suit in his hands.

It was a bare minimum, wasn't it? A dress. Just a piece of fabric. Yet in this moment, it felt like so much more—a symbol of how far she had come.

"H...How did you know?" She whispered, her voice fragile as tears welled up in her eyes.

He gently placed the dress in her lap, his gaze never leaving her. "Bas pata chal jata hai," (I just find out.) he replied softly, his tone carrying warmth. "Tumhari ye aankhein... inme sab dikh jata hai." (Your eyes.....everything is visible in them.) He looked intently at her face, a soft smile touching his lips. "Filhal toh mujhe inme aansoon dikh rahe hain, jo mujhe bilkul ache nahi lag rahe."  (Right now, I can see tears in them, which I don't like at all.) His words were tender yet firm.

His hand moved slowly, almost hesitantly, toward her face. With the gentlest of touches, he brushed away the tear that had slipped down her cheek, his fingers lingering there for a heartbeat longer. His touch was warm and delicate, as though he were handling something incredibly precious.

Her heart swelled with emotion. It wasn't just the dress or even the act of wiping her tears that made her feel this way. It was the depth of his understanding, his quiet attentiveness, that she hadn't expected. He saw her—truly saw her—and that was what unraveled her.

She sniffled, trying to collect herself. "You were on the phone... how did you notice me?"

Arham's lips curled into a small smile as he watched her cutely sniff. "Jab insaan dil ko bha jaye, toh phir usse nazrein kahan hatti hain?" he said, his eyes locking onto hers. "Now that my eyes have found you after years, they don't leave you even for a second." (When a person pleases the heart, then the eyes cannot be diverted from them.)

She felt a rush of emotions she couldn't quite name. Her breath caught in her throat, and she sat there, stunned, gazing into his eyes. His words rendered her speechless, as they always did, making her feel as though she was floating in a moment that didn't exist in reality. She felt seen and cherished in a way she had never felt before.

"The dress... it seemed too expensive to me," she said slowly, trying to shift the conversation, though her heart was still racing.

His expression softened even further. "You don't have to worry about the price," he said gently. "You buy what makes you happy. I can earn enough to give you all the luxuries of life."