(A Love Bound to Union)
Her heart was pounding, as if with every beat a hidden secret was slowly unfolding.
Shehzaan tried to pull his eyes away from her—but it was impossible. She echoed through every corner of his life, like an old melody that keeps touching the strings of the heart again and again.
That night, a gentle rain was falling when Zara met him for the first time in the old room of the library. The lights of the world had faded away; only the scent of ink and books remained. Zara's hair fell over her shoulders like scattered raindrops, and Shehzaan felt that her breathing was playing the first note of a deep, untold story.
"You… here alone?"
Shehzaan's voice was soft, yet beneath it lived a quiet obsession of control.
Zara lifted her gaze. There was an intensity in her eyes—one that touched the heart, yet felt like it belonged to pain as well.
"Yes," she said, "these books… and this silence… both force me to speak."
Shehzaan stepped closer. The worn edges of old books lit his face like a faint glow.
"Sometimes silence speaks with more power than words," he said.
The air between them carried anticipation—an anticipation that marked the first shore of a story meant only for two hearts. Shehzaan tried to restrain his emotions, but with every passing moment his thoughts kept leaning toward Zara.
And Zara?
Every smile of hers was writing a deep story—one that Shehzaan wanted to read again every single day.
There was color and light in their eyes, yet in their hearts, a beast-like silence was still breathing—until their first feeling could fully settle into the soul.
"What I'm feeling…" Zara whispered,
"perhaps it can't be expressed in words."
And Shehzaan replied just once—with his eyes.
A moment that needed no force of language.
This was their first step—
not a union of bodies,
but the beginning of a love bound to the union of hearts.
The Confession of Silence
Morning light filtered through the curtain and settled on Zara's face, yet her eyes looked as if they had remained awake all night. Sleep seemed to have abandoned her. Her mind held only one thought—Shehzaan.
A name is not always just a word;
sometimes, it becomes an entire state of being.
She lifted her cup of tea, but her hand trembled. The emotions growing quietly in her heart were both new and terrifying. When love becomes uncontrollable, silence is the first thing to be wounded.
"Sometimes silence speaks
the things that lips cannot."
Shehzaan sat at his study table. The book lay open before him, but his eyes refused to stay on the words. Zara's face, her way of speaking, the depth of her eyes—everything had etched itself into his mind.
He asked himself:
Is every meeting a coincidence?
Or do some people enter our lives only to introduce us to our own soul?
"Some people feel like our own the moment we see them;
perhaps souls recognize each other before we do."
They crossed paths again in the afternoon. It was a meeting of just a few seconds in the corridor, yet those few seconds turned into an entire century for them both.
Zara lowered her gaze, but her lips were wrapped in a faint smile. Shehzaan wanted to hold that moment— as if stopping time were possible.
"After last night…"
Shehzaan left his words incomplete.
Zara looked at him.
"Do words ever truly become complete?" she asked softly.
"Some feelings are meant only to be felt."
"That which remained unsaid
was the truest part of the heart."
Between them now existed an unspoken vow—neither confession nor denial. Yet with every meeting, their steps moved closer to the soul and farther from the body… or perhaps the distance between both was slowly disappearing.
Zara walked away,
but her silence stayed behind—
with Shehzaan.
And that day, for the first time, Shehzaan realized:
this love was not merely hungry for union…
It demanded dominion.
"When love crosses its limits,
it doesn't seek permission—