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Mahenoor stood in the morning sunlight, her fingers lingering over the fabric of her clothes as she folded them carefully into her suitcase. Each item felt heavy, not just with the weight of cloth but with the impending distance from Zarar.
She could sense his gaze on her—quiet, observant, filled with emotions he was too proud to voice. Her heart ached knowing that this time apart was necessary, yet every glance at Zarar made it feel like she was tearing away a part of herself.
The previous night's laughter still echoed faintly in her ears, a stark contrast to the silence that filled the room now. She tried to keep her mood light, humming a soft tune to break the tension, but even she couldn’t ignore the sadness that clung to the air like a heavy fog.
She glanced at Zarar, lying in bed with his disheveled hair and sleepy eyes. She could tell he hadn’t rested well. His question came softly, breaking the silence but not the weight in the room.
"Are you sure you have to go?"
Mahenoor paused, her heart twisting at the longing in his voice.
She turned to face him, her own emotions mirrored in his eyes. How could she explain that she needed this, that she longed for the comfort of her parents but dreaded leaving him behind?
"It’s just a few days, I’ll be back before you even realize I’m gone." She replied, trying to sound reassuring.
But the truth was, she wasn’t sure how she would manage without him either. The thought of leaving him alone, of not waking up to his warm embrace or his teasing remarks, filled her with a quiet despair.
She knew Zarar was strong, capable, but she also knew how much he relied on the routine of their shared moments, their little rituals of comfort.
As she resumed packing, Mahenoor felt the burn of unshed tears prick at her eyes. She had been looking forward to this trip for so long, the chance to reconnect with her parents, to feel their familiar presence after what felt like an eternity.
Yet now, with the moment upon her, she could feel the tightness in her chest, the pull of home fighting against the pull of her heart.
She moved around the room, gathering the last of her things, but every step felt like it was taking her further from Zarar. She wanted to reach out, to hold him and let him know how much she was going to miss him, but she hesitated.
Mahenoor wasn’t used to initiating such gestures; it wasn’t in her nature to be so forward with her feelings. But today, something inside her was shifting, a restlessness that made her want to act before it was too late.
