Preface
This is the story of a girl whose soul longed for the touch of love, yet childhood wounds made her delicate and guarded. Taabeer dreamed of love, but feared her dreams might shatter. Then Arham entered her life - like a gentle ray of light. But does love always stay the way it starts? Or does time change its colors?
This is a tale of love, relationships, and the emotional tides that rise and fall within them.
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Part One: Shadows of Scars
In the darkness of the night, a little girl hid behind a door, silently listening to the screams.
"This life isn't only my responsibility! You should care about Taabeer too!" her mother's voice trembled with anger and tears.
"I already have too many burdens on my head! Stop complaining all the time!" her father's voice thundered back.
Taabeer pressed her hands tightly over her ears. She didn't want to hear it, but the words echoed off the walls and buried themselves deep in her tender heart.
This was her life - a house where love was scarce, and shouting was constant. She always felt alone, like an extra piece that didn't quite fit into the puzzle of the world.
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Part Two: A Knock of Love
Years passed, and Taabeer grew up. She became a beautiful, sensitive, yet quiet young woman who mostly lived in her own world. She still dreamed of love, but didn't believe in it.
One day, she went to a wedding with her friend. The place was full of lights, laughter, and fragrance. But like always, Taabeer stood quietly in a corner, feeling like she didn't belong.
"Why are you standing here all alone?" a warm, familiar voice flowed into her ears.
She looked up to see a tall young man, with an attractive face and smiling eyes.
"Celebrations are for everyone, but not everyone finds their place in them," she softly replied.
Arham gently tilted his head and said, "Maybe, but some people are special. They bring light wherever they go."
His words knocked softly on her heart. For the first time, she was touched by someone's words.
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Part Three: The Interpretation of Dreams
A few months later, Taabeer and Arham were married. The early days of marriage felt like a dream.
One evening, it was raining. Taabeer stood by the window, raindrops tapping on the glass, a gentle chill filling the room.
Arham walked up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and whispered,
"What are you thinking about?"
Smiling, she replied, "Just wishing that love always stays like this - fresh, whole, everlasting."
He gently turned her face toward him. "Love stays if we choose to protect it."
The raindrops seemed to witness their feelings. Taabeer closed her eyes and leaned into him.
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Part Four: The Test of Love
Time moved on, and like all relationships, the excitement began to fade.
Arham's work kept him busy, and Taabeer started to feel alone again.
One night, while Arham was working on his laptop, Taabeer softly asked,
"Do you ever feel like we're not the same anymore?"
Arham looked at her in surprise. "What do you mean? My work is important, but that doesn't mean you aren't."
"Love needs time, Arham. Without it, the heart starts to feel empty," tears welled up in her eyes.
He closed his laptop, walked over to her, and held her face in his hands.
"You are everything to me, Taabeer. I never want you to feel that way. If you ever think I'm drifting, pull me back."
Her tears fell - but this time, they were tears of happiness.
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Ending: The Reality of Love
Some time later, on another rainy evening, Taabeer stood by the window, just like she had in the early days.
Arham came up to her, held her hand, and said,
"Love changes with time - but it never ends."
Taabeer smiled, "Yes, and sometimes love just needs a little patience."
He pulled her close, and they both lost themselves in the sound of the rain - in each other, in their love.
- The End -
