We Met in a Silent Prayer

One night, Saad pushed open Arham's door without knocking.

The room was dark except for the faint glow of the lamp. At first, Saad thought Arham wasn't there. But then he saw him-on the prayer mat, forehead pressed to the ground, shoulders trembling.

Saad froze.

Arham's voice broke into the stillness, muffled in sujood.

"Ya Allah... if Fatima is good for me, grant her to me. If not, give me the strength to let go."

The words cracked like something breaking open inside.

Saad's throat tightened. He stepped back, closing the door softly, leaving Arham with his Lord.

That night, he couldn't sleep. He had always known Arham as calm, unshaken, controlled. To see him like that-raw, stripped of composure, clinging to prayer-told Saad more than any confession could.

In the chaos of medical college-wards, exams, sleepless nights-two people keep finding each other in silence.
She hides behind calm smiles.
He hides behind steady eyes.
Neither dares to cross the line... until secrets slip out, and stillness turns into something neither expected.
How long can you resist someone who feels like home?

---