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"Kabhi kabhi zindagi humein aise mod par laa khada karti hai, jahan ek pal kisi ajnabi ka... poori zindagi mein ghul jaata hai." (Sometimes, life brings us to a crossroads... where a single moment with a stranger becomes entwined with our entire existence.)
He was just eight years old, a boy from Lahore with the world at his feet.
She was six or seven, visiting Pakistan from Germany for the first time-curious eyes, a shy smile, her braids swinging as she ran across the lawns of Minar-e-Pakistan.
They met by accident.
But those two hours they spent laughing, playing, forgetting the world-
-were enough for Salar Sikandar to remember her forever.
He never saw her again.
All he had was a faded Polaroid photo, taken just before she left.
Twelve years passed.
Twelve years of searching, hoping, praying.
And then, finally-he found her.
In a quiet Bavarian town, in a small apartment building where the scent of fresh bread floated from the bakery where she worked,
where her name was still the same: Maryam.
She wore a hijab now.
Her eyes were the same-still kind, still faraway.
She didn't remember him.
But he had never forgotten her.
So he moved into the apartment next door.
Not to force his way into her life.
Just to be close.
Just in case...
Kabhi jo nazar milay...
This is not just a love story.
It's a story of destiny, silence, longing, and fate.
The kind of love that doesn't need words.
The kind of love that waits.
Started: 02.07.2025
β οΈI don't own the picture in the book cover I got it from Pinterest and I just edited it.
