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 💕 The Fragrance of Love ✍️ By: Awais Bhai There was something magical about the rain in Lahore that day. Neither the clouds were new nor the drizzle unfamiliar — yet something was blooming in the air, something close to the heart. Rafay, a simple boy with a heart full of poetry, would often wander through the rainy streets of Lahore. Lost in thoughts, he wrote verses in his old diary and spoke silently to someone who hadn’t appeared yet in his life. That day, as he flipped through the worn-out pages of his diary while sitting at Mall Road, a gust of wind suddenly snatched it from his hands. The diary flew and landed at someone’s feet. When Rafay looked up, she was standing there… Zaneera. Zaneera — dusky complexion, deep eyes, and a mysterious, quiet smile. She picked up the diary and softly said, "Is this yours? It looks like it holds secrets." Rafay, slightly embarrassed, replied, "Yes... It’s mine. It holds everything I’ve ever felt." She smiled, "Then may...

 📖 Title: “Before I Fell in Love With You – An Unfinished Tale” > Before I fell in love with you, I never believed that eyes could speak louder than words. But the moment you entered my life, everything changed. The sky became softer, nights became longer, and poetry started making sense… --- I was just an ordinary boy from Lahore – college by day, part-time job in the evening, and poetry late into the night. I used to post my poems in a Facebook group. One night, I received a comment that felt like someone had read through my soul. > "If your words carry this much pain, I wonder how broken your heart must be..." That was Sana. She wasn’t wearing makeup, she wasn’t posing for attention. Her profile picture showed a simple girl in a white dupatta, with eyes full of unspoken sadness. The kind of sadness that only another lonely heart could recognize. We started talking — first a thank you, then a casual good morning, and soon, we were messaging till 3 AM every night. ...

 📖 Two Cities, One Heartbeat Episode 1: When I First Heard Your Voice --- It was past midnight in London. The city was quiet, except for the ticking clock and the occasional sound of wind brushing against my window. I wasn’t expecting much from the night — until my phone buzzed. A voice note. From her. From Lahore. --- I had never heard her speak before — only texts, emojis, and poetry sent back and forth like paper boats across oceans. But that night, I pressed play. And suddenly, Lahore wasn’t far anymore. Her voice wasn’t loud. It wasn’t dramatic. It was soft, almost like a secret. Like someone reading a prayer in a language only hearts understand. > "Assalamualaikum... main ne socha tumhein apni awaaz sunani chahiye..." "...shayad barish ho rahi hai idhar, aur mujhe tum yaad aaye." That’s all she said. But in those seconds, my entire room felt warmer. Like someone had opened a window from the other side of the world and let the sunlight in. --- ✨ That Night ...

 ❤️‍🔥 Title: “When Rain Touched Her Hair” ✍️ A Story of Accidental Meetings and Undeniable Love It was a Sunday afternoon when I saw her for the first time — standing beneath an old tree, shielding herself from the rain with her scarf. She wasn’t the kind of beauty that turned heads in a crowd. No, she was the kind that made time pause. Her name was Inaaya, and my world started shifting from the moment her eyes met mine — wide, uncertain, and quietly curious. --- ☕ A Coincidence Called Fate I offered her my umbrella. She hesitated. Smiled. Then said, > “What if the rain was meant for me?” I laughed. “Then let me get wet with you.” We walked together in that rain — strangers sharing silence, and still, something between us spoke louder than any words. She smelled like rain and rosewater. And when she tucked her wet hair behind her ear, my heartbeat lost rhythm. --- 📖 The Bond That Grew in Silence We met again. And again. By accident. Or maybe fate had planned it all along. Book...

 💔 Title: "Letters I Never Sent" ✍️ A Story of Quiet Love and Unsent Words I used to write her letters. Not to post them. Not to give them. Just to let the weight of my heart fall onto paper. Her name was Zoya — the kind of name you don’t forget even when the memory fades. She was light. Not just the sunlight through the curtains — but the kind that finds its way into your chest and warms your coldest corners. We were never really “together.” We just existed... quietly, in the same room, in the same college, breathing the same air — and somehow, that was enough for me. --- 🕰️ The Moments That Never Felt Ordinary She’d sit two seats away in the library, tucking her hair behind her ears, reading Rumi as if his words were meant for her alone. I’d pretend to study, but really, I was memorizing the curve of her smile — the way her fingers moved, how she blinked slowly when she was lost in thought. One day, she caught me staring and whispered: > “You look at people like you’re...

 ❤️ Title: "The First Time Our Eyes Met" ✍️ A Story of Unspoken Love It was a cold December afternoon. I remember the way the wind touched my face, but what truly stayed with me was the way Areeba smiled that day. We met at our college canteen. She wasn't just a girl — she was that quiet storm you never see coming, but feel forever. I wasn’t the type who wrote poetry or spoke much. Just an ordinary guy with silent thoughts. But that day, when she placed a cup of tea in front of me and said, > “You don’t talk much, do you?” Something inside me whispered, > "Maybe I’ll start... for her." --- 🌸 The Beginning of Something Beautiful From that day on, the canteen became my temple. I’d wait every day, not for food or friends — but for a glimpse of her. Her laugh, her eyes, the way she tucked her hair behind her ear — everything about her made time stop. One afternoon, I gathered the courage to speak: > “Areeba, if I told you that I come here every day just to...