Masoomiyat

He was the kind of boy the world often overlooked.
Quiet. Reserved. Always sitting in the corner with a book resting gently in his hands and glasses slipping down his nose.
The shy nerd.
The soft-spoken one.
The boy who listened more than he spoke.
He wasn't loud.
He wasn't flashy.
He didn't know how to flirt.
But he felt things deeply.
And he loved silently... fiercely.

And then there was her.

Chaos wrapped in sunshine.
A hurricane disguised as laughter.
The kind of girl who could walk into a room and accidentally make it brighter.
She was extroverted, yet somehow carried calm within her
Talkative, but thoughtful.
Chaotic, yet grounding.

She wasn't afraid of the world,
but she was tired of pretending she didn't need someone steady.

They were opposites in the way sunsets and moonlight are different,
yet both feel like peace.
Their love wasn't dramatic.

There were no grand confessions in the rain.
No flashy gifts.
No loud declarations.
Just stolen glances.
Shared silence.
Warm coffee cups.
Late-night conversations about nothing and everything.

He found comfort in her noise.
She found safety in his quiet.

In a world that was constantly rushing, screaming, demanding,
they became stillness for each other.

They didn't fall in love loudly.
They built it slowly.
Gently.
Like turning a house into a home.
A love that didn't burn bright and fade fast,
but glowed soft and steady.
A love that felt like coming home after a long day.

Like warm lights in a window.
Like someone saving you a seat.
In the chaos of the world...
they became each other's peace.

And that was their masoomiyat,
their innocence.
Their quiet, unwavering kind of forever love that dosent just feels but also lasts 🤍✨