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# **Title: Six Years of Us**
## **Chapter 1: When We Were Too Young**
Sabana was only twelve when Rakib first told her he loved her.
Rakib was thirteen — too young to understand the weight of love, yet old enough to feel it deeply.
They were classmates, sitting on the same wooden benches, sharing notes, laughing over silly jokes. For Rakib, Sabana wasn't just a friend. She was the reason he waited for school every morning.
One quiet afternoon, under the old rain tree near their school field, Rakib finally said it.
"I love you, Sabana."
Sabana froze. Love? At twelve?
She shook her head. "No… we're too young."
Rakib tried to be strong, but he cried. Not loudly, not dramatically — just silent tears of a boy who felt his world breaking for the first time.
Days passed. Rakib stopped talking. He stopped laughing. And Sabana noticed.
Maybe it was innocence. Maybe it was sympathy. Or maybe it was the beginning of something real.
One day, she softly said,
"Okay… I'll stay."
And just like that, their story began.
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## **Chapter 2: Growing Together**
What started as childish affection slowly turned into something deeper.
They grew up together. Shared secrets. Shared dreams. Late-night phone calls. Exam stress. Birthday surprises. Fights that lasted hours but never days.
Six years.
Six long, beautiful years.
They imagined a future — a small house, simple happiness, growing old side by side.
Rakib promised, "No matter what happens, I'll marry you."
Sabana believed him.
Because at that age, promises felt stronger than reality.
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## **Chapter 3: The Walls Around Them**
But reality does not ask about promises.
When they reached adulthood, Rakib gathered the courage to speak to his family. It wasn't easy, but he did it.
Sabana tried too.
But her family was different.
"This is impossible," her father said firmly.
"We have other plans for you."
Their love, once soft and safe, suddenly stood against tradition, pride, and family honor.
Phones were taken away. Movements were restricted. Words like "respect" and "duty" were repeated every day.
Rakib kept fighting.
Sabana kept crying.
But sometimes love is strong — and still not strong enough.
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## **Chapter 4: The Last Meeting**
One evening, after weeks of silence, Sabana managed to meet Rakib one last time.
She looked different. Not physically — but emotionally. There was exhaustion in her eyes.
"My marriage is fixed," she whispered.
The words shattered everything.
Rakib felt numb. He wanted to scream, to protest, to take her away from everything.
But he knew reality was bigger than his emotions.
"Our love wasn't a lie," Sabana said softly.
"It just wasn't written in our fate."
Rakib held her hand tightly, as if holding time itself.
But time slipped away.
And so did she.
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## **Chapter 5: The Wedding Day**
On her wedding day, Sabana wore a red sari. She looked beautiful — like a bride should.
But her smile did not reach her eyes.
From a distance, hidden among strangers, Rakib watched silently. He didn't cry loudly. He didn't create a scene.
He just stood there, learning the hardest lesson of his life:
Not every love story ends in marriage.
When Sabana left with her husband, something inside Rakib left too.
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## **Chapter 6: After the Goodbye**
Years passed.
Sabana became someone's wife. She fulfilled her responsibilities. She smiled when required.
But some nights, when the house was silent and the world asleep, tears rolled quietly down her cheeks.
Rakib never loved anyone the same way again.
He became successful. Mature. Strong.
But a part of his heart remained thirteen years old — standing under that rain tree, confessing love for the first time.
Six years of love.
A lifetime of memories.
And a pain that never truly ended.
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