đź“– Words That Always Turn Into Wounds
Episode 12: Shadow of Memories
> Author's Thought:
Sometimes healing begins when we stop running from our own reflections.
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Aaniya took a deep breath as she stepped out of the office. Hearing Suleman's truth had lightened her heart, but trust still stood at the same crossroad where pain once lived.
That night, lying in bed, she absentmindedly picked up her phone. The same photo was still in her gallery — Suleman and Fariha. It was just an image now, yet its impact lingered in her mind.
Suddenly, Aaliyan's face flashed before her eyes.
She remembered the day — just a month after their marriage — when he had gifted her a small diary on her birthday and said:
> "Write about your day in this… and never forget, your smile is my responsibility."
A tear silently reached the corner of her eye. She whispered to herself:
> "Time takes everything… only memories remain."
Aaliyan's name was now just a faint echo — appearing only in memories. There was no desire to meet, no need. She had cut him out of her life completely.
The next morning, Aaniya passed by Suleman's office. She paused, thinking whether to go in or not. Then her heart spoke:
> "Once you have the answers… don't complicate things further."
She moved on.
That night, writing in her diary, she noted:
> "Some people in life are just turns — not destinations. Maybe Suleman is a turn… or maybe, a new path."
Later that evening, Suleman called.
> "Aaniya, I need your help with another client. If you're available…"
Aaniya thought for a moment. The confusion she once had was no longer there. But that didn't mean everything was okay.
> "I'll let you know," she simply replied.
That night, she found herself thinking about Suleman. Maybe he was broken too — just like her. Maybe that's why they had begun to understand each other.
She asked herself:
> "Should I trust again?"
Then answered:
> "I'm learning to trust… not others, but myself."
Outside the window, the moonlight lit up her face — tired, yet stronger.
She closed the diary, thinking:
> "I don't know what tomorrow holds… but I won't live in hiding anymore."
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