Forgiveness.
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In a world of lies and crimes of heartbreaks, there were very few cases where the broken hearts were two and not one. There were few screams with silent sobs in the corner of souls that were too happy to suffer too bright to be dim. Yet the sun did let the darkness to take over again as the dawn up surfaced again but for the people who were not stronger; not ready.
Walking through the memory lane of time as he goes through the same hallways of his beloved's lost memories, he thinks about how something so pure was all a lie with a broken existence of hope that his mother will one day come alive from the shadows of death.
"Ishq" I repeat the word of love that she uses to call me with. "You successfully killed your love, your Ishq, Jeena."
Rafan was not the same man anymore. He is not the same happy go-lucky-guy, not since his mom died, not since the person who promised him nothing but a lifetime of love, comfort and presences left him. The world he was promised was what he wanted, it was enough to complete him of something he did not know he needed. He needed her, he needed Jeena.
In the silence of those corridors in his subconscious mind, he makes a sound full promise of finding the remainder of his love and the criminal of his hopes, the keeper of his promises and the rebel of his words, to make it rough for her. To make her feel what he felt. To make her bleed the same way he still bleeds. To make her pay the price he had to pay.
"Sir your flight to Istanbul will be... early morning, tomorrow. The details are here." Kabir, my assistant informed, passing me the boarding paper after checking them.
To him, he was the only broken soul in this tragic love story but was it even the love story to began with? It was a mess of dried up tears and lies spoken with a smiling face. It was a game of chase and hiding from your fate. It was the ruins of belief in good and affection.
It was a story, yes but of love, not so much...
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