"Sometimes we don't choose separation —
We just choose ourselves… and let the pain follow."
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Weeks had passed.
But time wasn't healing anything.
It was just teaching them how to live with the ache.
Avni had stopped going to that tuition.
She deleted his number. Removed the messages.
But somehow, his name still echoed in her mind every time the wind was silent.
She buried herself in studies.
Attended every temple function with her mother.
Laughed with friends.
But none of it reached her heart.
And one evening, while packing away her diary, she whispered to herself:
> "Main sahi thi. Par khush nahi hoon."
She didn't regret walking away.
But she hated that she had to.
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Mohsin, on the other hand, had stopped lying.
To anyone. Even to himself.
He accepted who he was.
But every azaan at the masjid now echoed with memories of her voice.
Every rain reminded him of that day outside the temple.
His friends thought he was "over it."
But they didn't know he still carried her photo…
In the gallery.
In his memory.
And in every silent prayer.
> "Ya Allah… use khush rakhna.
Agar mera pyaar saccha tha, toh uska raasta hamesha roshan ho."
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Two souls. One truth.
They were meant for each other.
But not in this moment.
Not in this lifetime.
Or so they thought.
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