krishawrtz
A story of waiting, of silence, of two hearts that never stopped belonging to each other.
Some love stories begin with confessions.
Some begin with accidents.
And some... begin with waiting.
This one never really began.
It simply stayed.
There are loves in this world that don't demand, don't chase, don't insist.
They just exist - quietly, stubbornly - in the spaces between two heartbeats.
"Mohabbat mein zabardasti nahi hoti... sirf intezaar hota hai."
That's what she believed.
It wasn't the kind of love that needed promises or labels.
It wasn't loud. It didn't ask to be chosen in front of the world.
It only asked for time.
And sometimes, time is the cruelest thing to ask for.
They never said forever.
They never even said goodbye.
But somewhere between unfinished sentences and lingering glances,
their hearts made a silent pact.