𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 ✓

-30-

It was another day like any other when we decided to watch a romantic movie together. Naaz had chosen this one—a classic love story. I didn’t mind much; as long as I was with her, any movie was worth watching.

As the movie played on, I could feel her getting more and more absorbed in the story. It was about a couple who met, fell in love, and got married—everything seemed perfect until the heroine lost her memory in a car accident. The hero was devastated, but he didn’t give up; he spent every moment trying to help her remember, to make her fall in love with him again. I could see the way Naaz’s eyes were glued to the screen, her emotions mirroring the intensity of the scenes.

Then, out of nowhere, she turned to me, her voice soft yet laced with genuine curiosity. "What would you do if I lost my memory after we got married?"

I couldn’t help but chuckle at the question. It seemed like the kind of scenario that only happens in movies, far removed from the reality we live in. “Naaz, you’ve been watching too many movies. That’s not going to happen,” I replied, keeping it light-hearted.

But she wasn’t having it. She frowned, clearly wanting a serious answer. “I’m serious, Siddique. What would you do if I forgot you? If I didn’t remember our love, our moments together?”

I could see how much this question was bothering her. The playful smile faded from my face as I realized this was more than just idle curiosity. She needed reassurance, and I wasn’t going to brush her off.

I pulled her closer, letting my fingers trace small circles on her shoulder to calm her down. “First of all, I’d never let that happen,” I said with quiet determination. “I’d protect you with my life, Naaz. Nothing would harm you as long as I’m around.”

Her eyes softened, but she wasn’t letting me off the hook that easily. “But what if it did happen, Siddique? What if, despite everything, I lost my memory and I didn’t remember you?”

I took a deep breath, the weight of her question settling over me. “If that happened… if you really forgot me…” I hesitated, searching for the right words. “First, I would cry my heart out. Losing you, even in that way, would break me.”

I noticed her eyes glisten with unshed tears, and I quickly continued, not wanting her to feel sad. “But after that, I’d do everything I could to make you remember us. I’d recreate all our best moments—the good ones. The places we went, the things we did together, the memories that made us fall in love.”

Her voice was barely a whisper when she asked, “And if that doesn’t work?”

“Then,” I said, letting a small smile tug at my lips, “I’d woo you all over again. I’d make you fall in love with me, just like I did the first time. I’d remind you of why we were meant to be together.”

That seemed to put her at ease, her smile returning, but I couldn’t resist adding a little something extra. With a mischievous glint in my eyes, I said, “And if that doesn’t work, then as a last resort, I’d wife you up forcefully—even if it means keeping us locked inside my bedroom from the outside.”