Her heart got confused.
Her guilt grew heavy.
Her fear suffocated her.
And Yasir became the collateral damage.
Umair wasn't a stranger.
He was her first love.
Her first heartbreak.
Her first silent prayer.
When he left, she shattered.
Yasir healed her without knowing.
But when Umair returned—
her heart trembled again.
Confusion is a dangerous thing.
Ayesha didn't justify herself.
Didn't defend herself.
Didn't explain her pain.
She simply chose.
Umair.
And Yasir…
fell apart quietly.
That night, both cried in different rooms.
But the distance between their hearts was infinite.
Ayesha returning to her past.
Yasir drowning in heartbreak.
Umair stepping back into the story.
But destiny…
doesn't stop here.
The night after the breakup felt unreal for Yasir.
His room was dark.His mind darker.His pillow wet.His heart shattered.
Ayesha's last message kept replaying:
"Umair came back."
He stared at the ceiling, unable to breathe normally.
He whispered into the emptiness:
"Was I just… a replacement?"
But no answer came.Only the ache.
Yasir opened their chat.
His finger hovered over the messages.He read every "I love you,"every voice
note,every cute argument,every dream.
Deleting them felt like erasing a part of himself.
But he did it anyway.
One message at a time.Slowly.Painfully.
When he finally deleted the chat,it felt like something inside him died too.
On the other side of the city, Ayesha couldn't sleep.
She sat on her bed, hugging her pillow, eyes swollen.
Umair had returned.He apologized.He begged.He cried.He asked for another
chance.
And she…didn't know what to do.
Her heart said Yasir.Her past said Umair.
Her tears said:
"I hurt the wrong person."
But she stayed silent.Silence was the safest choice she had.
Umair wasn't just a name.He was memories.He was promises.He was laughs
shared in corridors.He was late-night calls.He was the first "I love you."
And he was the first heartbreak.
They had dreams of marriage.But Umair left suddenly—no explanation,no
reason,no closure.
Love in the Shadows
The pain stayed.
Now, seeing him again awakened everything she buried.
Yasir came into her life when she needed peace.Umair came back when she
needed strength.
Confusion became her shadow.
Umair stood outside her gate the next morning.
He looked desperate, lost, exhausted.
"Ayesha… please listen. I swear I won't hurt you again."
Ayesha's hands trembled.
"Umair… why now? After all this time?"
He swallowed hard.
"Because I realized you're the only one I ever loved."
Ayesha looked away.
Umair stepped closer.
"Give us another chance… please."
Her past screamed.Her present cried.
And her future became blurry.
Yasir woke up with a pounding headache.
He checked his phone out of habit.
No Ayesha.No messages.No good morning.No "Did you sleep?"
Just emptiness.
His mother noticed his swollen eyes.
"Beta, you okay?"
He forced a smile.
"Bas thaka hua hoon, Ammi."
But his mother touched his shoulder gently.
"Jis chehre per roz roshni hoti thi… us per aaj dard dikh raha hai."
Yasir almost broke again, but he stayed quiet.
Some pains are too heavy for words.
At academy, Yasir sat quietly in a corner.
His friends noticed.
He wasn't participating.He wasn't smiling.He wasn't even taking notes properly.
Everywhere he looked, he remembered Ayesha.
Her laughter.Her voice.Her messages.Her promises.
He whispered to himself:
"Maybe I wasn't enough."
Ayesha tried focusing on Umair.
She tried listening to him.Tried giving him time.Tried smiling.
But her mind kept drifting to Yasir.
The way he said her name.The way he listened.The way he cared.The way he
looked at her like she was precious.
Umair noticed her distraction.
"Ayesha… are you thinking about him?"
She froze.
Umair's jaw tightened.
"You said you chose me… but your eyes say something else."
She had no answer.
At night, Ayesha stared at her phone.
Her fingers typed Yasir's name…then deleted it.
Typed again…deleted again.
Her chest hurt.
"Yasir must hate me now…"she whispered.
A part of her wanted to message him:
"I'm sorry.""Please talk to me.""I miss you."
But her pride…and her confusion…held her back.
Yasir couldn't sleep.
He replayed every moment with her.
Every smile.Every laugh.Every confession.Every promise.
And then he remembered…
"Yasir… you're too innocent."
Now the sentence sounded like an insult.
He whispered bitterly:
"Maybe that's why she left."
But deep inside, he still loved her.
That's what hurt the most.