A Soul of Empty Words.

Prompt Inspired short story for @therahmaawards

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She was five and he was eight.
They built their first sandcastle together then.

She was seven and he was ten.
They had got their first archery lesson together.

She was twelve and he was fifteen.
He taught her horse riding.

She was fifteen and he was eighteen.
She watched him leave. Miles apart now!

She was twenty four and he was twenty seven.
Isa Karahasanoğlu had returned after nine long years. He had returned as the commander-in-chief of the Ghuraba i.e. the Strangers. He had returned to protect his country amidst the battle.

He had scars;painful and ferocious, etched all over his skin amd heart ,yet,he had not forgotten. He had not forgotten his love,his pride,his lady and he had returned to meet the woman of his life.

The lady,Hareem Daastan watched the Stranger as he walked back in her life.
Will she recognise him?
Does her heart belong to him?
Or had he become a stranger for her too?