★★It Hurts because Its Love★★

Third person's POV.

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Zoya paused as she heard her mother call out.

“Subhan is coming back tomorrow,” her mother said cheerfully—and in that moment, it felt as though someone had stabbed Zoya right through the heart.

The fear returned. Without turning around, she simply nodded in response.

“Your father is going to talk about your marriage. I’m so happy that it’s finally happening,” her mother added while adjusting the cushions on the sofa.

“I’m tired, Mom. I’ll go rest,” Zoya replied softly and began walking toward the stairs without waiting for a response.

Her eyes began to blur with tears. Her heart cried silently in her chest. The view before her wavered for a second, but she closed her eyes and forced herself to keep walking.

“Ya Allah,” a silent plea escaped her lips, and with it, her tears broke free.

As she entered her room, the weight became too much. She shut the door behind her and let her handbag fall to the floor, her white overall slipping down with it. Collapsing to the ground, she wept—her sobs filled with hiccups and heartbreak. The pain, the hurt, the loneliness—all of it was the same. Nothing had changed. These emotions were her only companions for the last ten years.

“Zain…” she whispered through her tears, his name cracking from her lips.

“Come back, please,” she cried, burying her face in her knees. The minutes passed without meaning as her tears flowed endlessly.

“Zain…” she breathed again—not just from her lips but from her soul.

“My Zain,” she murmured while slowly raising her tear-streaked face.

She stood up shakily and nudged the white overall aside with her foot. Walking to her bed, she reached for the drawer in her bedside table. Her hand trembled as she pulled out a black diary. Her heart beat faster. Inside was a picture of him—and the moment she saw it, her lips curved into a soft, broken smile.

“Zain…” she whispered, her fingers gently caressing the image.

“Your Zoyi misses you,” she said, her voice trembling as tears fell onto the photo.

“Your Zoyi…” she repeated, closing her eyes.

“I love you, Zoyi.”

Her eyes snapped open. She looked around, startled, searching for the voice—but there was no one there.

“I love you too,” she whispered, her gaze fixed on the picture that was her world.

“But I hurt you. Your Zoyi broke you…” she cried again, clutching the diary to her chest.

Closing her eyes, she strained to hear his voice once more.

“I loved you, and you made fun of my love. I gave you my heart, and you shattered it into pieces.”

Her eyes opened again—wider this time—fresh tears cascading down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Zain. I had no other option,” she wept, hugging the diary like a lifeline.

“Zain…” she sobbed, eyes shut tight, as if that could bring him closer.

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Meanwhile…

“I love you, Zain.”

“Zoyi!” he gasped, jolting awake from sleep. His eyes darted around the dark room, his breath coming fast and uneven.

His forehead was drenched with sweat. His face held a fear—raw and piercing. The fear of losing her. The fear of losing his Zoyi.

He ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm his heartbeat. But the pain in his chest only grew heavier. He knew what he had lost… and he knew it couldn’t be undone.

With each passing second, the ache worsened. He stood from his bed and walked to the balcony. Stepping outside, he looked up at the sky. The moon was playing with the drifting clouds—beautiful and free. But Zain’s world remained trapped in the past.

Her face lived within him. Her smile, her laughter, her shyness, her blush, her playfulness, her tears, even her anger—he could see and hear them all, like a loop playing in his mind.

“Zoyi…” he whispered, a lone tear slipping down his cheek.

He closed his eyes, and the tears followed. He had tried to stay strong, but the pain inside was too much to bear.

“Why, Zoyi? Why…?” His voice cracked as he fell to his knees on the cold floor of the balcony.

“Your Zain misses you, Zoyi,” he cried, burying his face in his hands.

“My Zoyi…” he wept, his body shaking with the force of his grief.

They both cried, unable to find peace. Their happiness was bound to each other, so how could they ever be truly happy apart? Their separation was killing them slowly—every moment apart felt like a lifetime of suffering.

This… this was their choice. Or perhaps, this was their test. A test of true love. A love as deep as the ocean, yet as distant as the stars. They yearned for each other—and that yearning, unknowingly, was drawing them closer again.

“Zain…” she whispered, holding his photo close.

“Zoyi…” he murmured, holding his head in his hands.

A/N:: Assalam-o-alikum readers.

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The first chapter of the story. The prologue.

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