It was the hardest acting of his life.
Because behind every short reply was a long pain.
One night, Ayesha messaged:
"Do you… hate me?"
Yasir stared at the screen.
His breath trembled.
He typed…deleted…typed…deleted…
Finally he wrote:
"No. I don't hate you. I just realized some things aren't meant to stay."
Ayesha felt tears sting her eyes.
She had left him…yet she couldn't bear losing him.
Ayesha typed with shaking fingers:
"I miss talking to you."
Yasir's hands froze.
His heart did what it always did when she appeared—beat too fast, too loudly,
too painfully.
But he fought it.
"You have someone now. You shouldn't say things like this."
Ayesha felt exposed.
Seen.
Stopped.
She whispered to herself:
"Why does it hurt so much…?"
That night, at 2:11 AM…
Ayesha called him.
His heart dropped.
His fingers shook.
But he didn't pick up.
She tried again.
And again.
Seven missed calls.
Her final message hit him like lightning:
"Please… just one call. I can't sleep."
Yasir closed his eyes.
His heart wanted to run to her.
But his wounds held him back.
The Call He Finally Answered
On the 8th call…he answered.
Silence.
Only breathing.
Then Ayesha whispered, crying:
"Why aren't you the same…? Why don't you talk like before?"
Yasir's voice was steady.
Too steady.
"Because the old me loved you."
Ayesha's breath broke.
He continued:
"And the new me is trying not to."
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She sobbed.
"I didn't mean to hurt you…"
Yasir looked out his window at the quiet night.
"But you did."
Silence again.
Pain floating between them like a ghost.
Then he said softly:
"Good night, Ayesha."
And ended the call.
Ayesha cried until sleep stole her consciousness.
The next morning Umair confronted her.
"Who were you talking to last night?"
Ayesha froze.
How did he know?
Umair's eyes were sharp, unblinking.
"Ayesha… if you're still talking to him, I swear—"
For the first time, Ayesha stepped back.
His tone scared her.
Back in his room, Yasir stared at his phone.
He told himself:
"Be strong…"
But tears came anyway.
Quiet.Hidden.Unseen.
He whispered to himself:
"Why wasn't I enough…?"
He knew she was hurting now.He heard it in her voice.
But he also knew…
Helping her now meant destroying himself again.
Yasir typed a long message:
"I forgive you. I still care. Maybe too much. But we can't go back. Not anymore."
He stared at it.
A tear fell on the screen.
He deleted the message.
Every word.
Ayesha's Doubt in Umair
Ayesha began noticing:
Umair checked her phone.Asked too many questions.Got angry too
quickly.Didn't trust her.
He wasn't the same Umair she remembered.
He wasn't gentle.He wasn't warm.
And suddenly…Yasir's kindness became brighter in her memory.
She whispered:
"I chose wrong…"
Umair's behavior grew possessive.
He didn't want her talking to friends.Even girls.
He wanted constant updates.
He wanted control.
Ayesha felt suffocated.
And scared.
She needed space.
She needed peace.
She needed someone to talk to…
And her heart still whispered one name:
Yasir…
Yasir Tries to Move On
Yasir deleted their old chats.
He unfollowed her.Archived her photos.Muted her messages.
He tried everything.
But the heart is a stubborn thing.
Every place reminded him of her.
Every joke.Every song.Every routine.
He whispered to himself:
"Please… just stop hurting."
But healing doesn't listen easily.
That evening, Ayesha finally broke and texted:
"Yasir… can we meet once?Just once.I need to talk to you."
Yasir's breath stopped.
Meeting her meant reopening every wound.
But not meeting her…
might break her completely.
He stared at the message for a long, long time.
Then he typed:
"Where?"
Ayesha sent the location.
A small park.The same place where she once told him:
"You make me feel safe."
The irony burned.
He looked at the sky.At the path ahead.
At the message.
At her name.
Then whispered:
"This time… I won't break."
He closed his phone.
And walked out the door.
Yasir had spent the last two days in a strange silence.Not the silence that
brings peace—the silence that suffocates.
Ayesha had returned to his life unexpectedly, crying, apologizing, asking for
forgiveness, and yet… Yasir couldn't understand what he felt anymore.
Pain?Anger?Love?Or just… emptiness?
He didn't know.
But fate was not done with him yet.
Tonight was the night everything would change.
Ayesha's Call at Midnight
It was close to midnight when Yasir's phone lit up.
Ayesha calling…
He stared at the screen for a long time.His heart beat fast, but he didn't pick up
immediately.
When he finally answered, her voice came trembling:
"Yasir… can you talk?"
Yasir exhaled slowly."Yes, Ayesha. What happened?"
There was a long silence on the other side.Only her shaky breathing.
"Yasir… Umair came back today. He wants to meet me. He said he wants to
explain everything… why he left… why he suddenly returned…"
Yasir closed his eyes.
So this was the reason she called.
"So… are you going to meet him?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
"I—I don't know," she whispered. "I'm scared… confused… I don't want to hurt
you."
Yasir swallowed the lump in his throat.
"Ayesha… I'm already hurt."
She didn't reply.Her silence said everything.
After the call ended, Yasir sat in his dark room, staring at the wall.