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A stitch in time....Israel threatens Pakistan with a nuclear invasion. Will Pakistan's elite security force be able to counter it, or does the danger lie from within? Find out in this short story.

In a world where love arrives at the wrong time and lingers long after it should, two hearts are bound by memory, longing, and the quiet cruelty of hesitation. Ji-eun pours her grief into her paintings-each one a reflection of a love that was never fully hers. She lives in the in-between, holding onto a door she can't quite close, even as hope slowly fades. Namjoon stands at the edge of a choice he never truly made, torn between what he couldn't let go of and what he was too afraid to fully choose. Told through art, silence, and unspoken words, this is a story about unfinished love and the quiet strength it takes to finally let go. A soft, aching journey of love, timing, and closure-where some doors are meant to be closed, even if the heart still lingers behind them. #AU #Fanfiction

Hi, I'm Naina Agarwal, a K-POP-loving, ARMY girl, and Wattpad writer with a passion for drama-Gossip Girl, Pakistani dramas, K-dramas, and royal period pieces. As a hopeless romantic, my high school life at St. Mary's High School was filled with dreams and challenges. I was the only girl in a gang of three boys: Sameer Maheshwari, the strict, disciplined, and handsome topper who secretly had a soft side; Arjun Malhotra, the rich kid with a strained family life and big dreams of becoming an industrialist abroad; and Vansh Sharma, my adventurous and kind partner in crime. Growing up with a single father wasn't easy, but he was my rock and biggest supporter. School life was a whirlwind of exams, rivalries, and romance. Sameer slowly fell for me, Arjun found love beyond wealth, and Vansh charmed everyone with his kind heart. Through all the drama, friendships, and love stories, we created unforgettable memories, ready to take on the future with hearts full of hope and dreams.

"Let's divorce," he said quietly, so softly I almost didn't hear it. I wasn't surprised. Deep down, I had known it was coming. Those quiet nights when he didn't come home, those long days when it felt like everything between us was slowly drifting apart. The only surprise was the timing-that he asked me a week before our third wedding anniversary. I set my chopsticks down and looked at him. The meal had been eerily quiet, and now his words cut through the silence like glass shattering. "I'm done. Thank you for the food." I stood, pushing my chair back, and walked toward the living room. I needed to escape-because if I stayed any longer, I knew I would beg him to take his words back. After a while, he followed. I was sitting on the sofa when he appeared, an envelope in his hand. Without a word, he sat across from me, placed it on the coffee table, and pushed it toward me. His movements were slow, deliberate. I picked it up and slid the documents out. Divorce Agreement. My chest tightened. I set the papers down, then rose and walked to our bedroom. At my vanity, I pulled open the drawer and took out a pen-the same pen I had used to sign our wedding certificate. My hand didn't even shake. When I returned to the living room, I stopped mid-step. He was crouched forward, elbows on his knees, his hands clutching his hair. The last time I had seen him like that was in college-when he ended our four-year relationship. And here he was again, in the same broken posture, ending our three-year marriage. I moved past him and sat back down on the sofa. I opened the documents and uncapped my pen. But before the ink touched the paper, my hand froze. "Am I that easy to dispose of?"

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