Moving on without you

They say time heals everything. But no one ever tells you what to do when time stands still-when you're left alone in the ruins of a life you built with someone who burned it to the ground.

Aadhya stood at the edge of the terrace, the city's cold breath brushing against her skin. Lights flickered in distant windows, lives carried on as if hers hadn't just shattered. Somewhere, a dog barked. Somewhere, laughter drifted up from a neighboring balcony. But around her, there was only silence-and the weight of whispered blame.

He had left her without warning, without shame. Walked away with another woman and a smile that said he was proud of it. And yet, somehow, it was Aadhya who bore the shame. The stares, the hushed voices behind her back, the "she must have done something"s. In a society where a man's betrayal was overlooked, but a woman's pain was scrutinized, Aadhya became the villain of her own tragedy.

They didn't see her tears, only her silence. They didn't ask her story, only judged the ending.

But what they didn't know-what even she didn't know yet-was that this wasn't the end.

This was her beginning.