The rain poured heavily, its rhythm on the roof mirroring the weight on Ayesha's heart. The city lights below blurred, reflecting her inner sorrow. Tonight, she would leave this house - the place that had transformed her life.

Six months ago, Ayesha had first met Arman at her cousin's wedding. He was everything she had ever desired - charming, cheerful, and with a mysterious depth in his eyes that captivated her. They grew close quickly, sharing long conversations, laughter, and even some of Ayesha's deepest secrets. She believed they were building a future together. But as time passed, cracks began to show.

Arman started to drift away. The nightly phone calls stopped, and doubt began to creep into her mind. Still, Ayesha remained silent, too in love to confront him directly. Until one night, she overheard a conversation revealing that Arman was going to marry someone else.

That same night, Ayesha confronted him, her hands trembling.

Ayesha: (in a broken voice) Why didn't you tell me? Was I just a distraction for you?

Arman: (with his head bowed) Forgive me, Ayesha. I never wanted to hurt you. But I fell in love with you.

His words were a confession, yet they carried pain. She realized then that her love could never change Arman's reality. So, Ayesha made her decision.

Now, as the rain poured down, it felt as if the storm outside was trying to drown her emotions. Tomorrow, she would leave this city, this chapter, and this love behind.

As she opened the terrace door, she saw Arman standing there, drenched, his eyes filled with questions and regret.

Arman: You're leaving? (his voice laced with emotion)

Ayesha didn't respond for a moment, the weight of their past hanging heavy in the air. Finally, she spoke.

Ayesha: Yes. I need to heal. I have to leave.

Arman: I can't let you go like this.

He stepped closer, extending his hand toward her.

Arman: I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but please, before you leave, say something to me.

Ayesha's heart ached, but the truth was clear. She had already said her goodbyes.

Ayesha: Some things need to end, Arman. (tears glistening in her eyes) Maybe in another life, we'll have a beautiful ending.

With that, she walked away, leaving him behind, accepting the truth, and making peace with her heart.

Arman stood in the rain, clutching the memories of a love that, though it had been his, was never truly his to keep.