Poverty destroys people.

Rafi and Imran,

—both were childhood friends. Same school, same field, same dream. But the path of life was not the same.
Rafi was a quiet, dreamy, middle-class family boy. His father was a small shopkeeper.
Imran was the son of a rich businessman—big car, big house, big dreams.
A girl—Tanha—came into their lives like a storm.
Tanha was modern, popular on social media, with thousands of followers on Instagram. She loved style, brands, luxury.
At first, she was fascinated by Rafi’s poetry. Rafi regularly wrote poems for her—posted them on Facebook, didn’t tag them, but Tanha knew they were for her.
One day, in the university canteen, Tanha said—
“Rafi, you write very well. But can life be lived with love alone?”
Rafi smiled. He knew he didn’t have the answer to this question.
Imran then said from the side—
“Everything is possible with love.”
But Imran knew that everything can be bought with money.
Gradually, Tanha's life changed. She moved away from Rafi's simple life and leaned towards Imran's luxurious life. Big restaurants, expensive gifts, long drives—everything captivated her.
Rafi became quiet.
He no longer posted poems.
His last post was—
"Some people become stories, but the writing for them never ends."
A few months later, Tanha officially announced her relationship with Imran. The picture on social media, caption—"New Beginning ❤️"
That night, Rafi messaged his friend for the last time—
"May you be well. I pray for you."
Imran did not reply.
Rafi was trying to get a job, but was failing again and again. The pressure from his family, the pain of losing love—all of it was breaking him from within.
One day, the news came—Rafi was no more.

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