In a marriage that began with silence, Ira had always been the one to speak with her actions, her kindness, her patience. She gave and gave, hoping one day Kabir would see her, hear her, feel the warmth of her love.
But Kabir remained distant, locked in a world of his own, where her efforts went unnoticed and her presence ignored. Each day, Ira quietly fought to bridge the gap between them, each day, a little more of her faded into the shadows.
And then, Ira stopped. She stopped trying, stopped waiting for him to notice, stopped being the one to hold the pieces together.
What followed was a deafening quiet-a silence so loud, Kabir couldn't ignore it anymore. The absence of Ira's warmth hit him like a cold wave, and for the first time, he realized the price of his silence.
Suddenly, her quiet presence was all he could think about, and the coldness he had built around himself started to crack. Ira's absence had done what no one was ever able to.
The once cold and emotionless man was now insane, he couldn't bear the thought her not being around.
He went after her, desperate to undo the damage, to find the woman who had quietly loved him while he had ignored her.
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