short tales - Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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aisha × ishan
Aisha stared at her reflection, the mirror showing a woman she barely recognized. The dark circles under her eyes, the pale complexion, and the frail frame all told a story of a life unravelling. Her husband, ishna , stood behind her, his eyes filled with a deep concern.
Ishan :- what's going on? You've been distant for weeks. Is everything okay?"Ishan sked, his voice laced with worry.
Aisha :-Aisha forced a weak smile. "I'm fine, I'm just stressed with work."
Ishna :- eyes narrowed. "Aisha, I know you. I know when you're lying to me. What's really going on?"
Aisha's gaze dropped, her shoulders sagging under the weight of her secrets. Ishan hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her close.
Ishan :- Hey, we're in this together, remember? We vowed to support each other, no matter what. So, tell me, what's going on?" Rahul's voice was gentle, but firm.
Aisha took a deep breath, the words spilling out like a dam breaking. "I feel lost, Ishan feels like I'm just going through the motions of life. I'm not happy, and I don't know how to be happy again."
Ishan's grip on her waist tightened. "We'll figure it out together, okay? We'll find a way to make you happy again."
As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Aisha realized that their marriage was built on more than just love – it was built on trust, communication, and a deep commitment to each other.
_To stand by each other, even when the world outside seemed to be falling apart._
_To listen, to understand, and to support each other's dreams._
_To hold on to each other, even when the road ahead seemed uncertain._
As they held each other, Aisha knew that their marriage was a journey, not a destination. And with ishan by her side, she felt a sense of hope, a sense of renewal.
Aisha stared at her reflection, the mirror showing a woman she barely recognized. The dark circles under her eyes, the pale complexion, and the frail frame all told a story of a life unravelling. Her husband, ishna , stood behind her, his eyes filled with a deep concern.
Ishan :- what's going on? You've been distant for weeks. Is everything okay?"Ishan sked, his voice laced with worry.
Aisha :-Aisha forced a weak smile. "I'm fine, I'm just stressed with work."
Ishna :- eyes narrowed. "Aisha, I know you. I know when you're lying to me. What's really going on?"
Aisha's gaze dropped, her shoulders sagging under the weight of her secrets. Ishan hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her close.
Ishan :- Hey, we're in this together, remember? We vowed to support each other, no matter what. So, tell me, what's going on?" Rahul's voice was gentle, but firm.
Aisha took a deep breath, the words spilling out like a dam breaking. "I feel lost, Ishan feels like I'm just going through the motions of life. I'm not happy, and I don't know how to be happy again."
Ishan's grip on her waist tightened. "We'll figure it out together, okay? We'll find a way to make you happy again."
As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Aisha realized that their marriage was built on more than just love – it was built on trust, communication, and a deep commitment to each other.
_To stand by each other, even when the world outside seemed to be falling apart._
_To listen, to understand, and to support each other's dreams._
_To hold on to each other, even when the road ahead seemed uncertain._
As they held each other, Aisha knew that their marriage was a journey, not a destination. And with ishan by her side, she felt a sense of hope, a sense of renewal.
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