Love isn't always about roses and poetry.
Sometimes, it's about misunderstandings, silence, and too many things left unsaid.
After that one fight, Siya and Ruhan tried to patch up. They really did.
But something had already cracked—and no matter how much they smiled or said "I'm okay," the air between them had changed.
It started with small things.
"You didn't tell me you were going out today?"
"Sorry, I forgot. Why are you making a big deal?"
"Why did you like her reel?"
"It's just a reel, Siya. Grow up."
"You didn't even say goodnight yesterday."
"I slept early. Stop acting like I committed a crime."
One argument. Then another.
Until every conversation felt like walking on glass.
They fought in texts. They fought on calls. They fought in person.
And worst?
Even during fights, they both were hoping—"Just hug me and end this."
But no one did.
🌙 Nights became battlegrounds.
Siya would sleep crying, staring at the last "okay." message.
Ruhan would sit with his phone in hand, typing "I miss you" and deleting it before sending.
Both were in pain.
But no one wanted to look weak.
They stopped calling.
Stopped updating each other.
Started assuming the worst.
Started comparing love to pain.
"You used to be sweet. What happened to you?"
"Maybe you killed that version of me with your doubts."
One afternoon, Siya saw Ruhan laughing with his school friend on a video call.
Her chest burned. Jealousy? Maybe. Or maybe she just missed being the reason for his smile.
"You seem happier with others. Maybe you should date them too."
"Maybe I should. At least they don't doubt me every second."
Boom.
Another bomb dropped.
Another piece of their relationship shattered.
She blocked him that night.
Then unblocked in the morning.
Then messaged, "I'm tired."
He replied:
"Me too."
Not with a sad emoji. Not with a voice note.
Just those two words.
And that hurt more than all the fights combined.
Siya became quieter.
Ruhan became colder.
The couple that once shared every second of their day was now barely surviving a single conversation without turning it into a war.
She missed the old Ruhan.
He missed the girl who used to laugh with him instead of fighting.
But neither said it.
Because when pride walks in, love walks out—silently.