💕 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 I read your everything?"

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🌧️ A Romance Born in Rain

They started meeting frequently. At the library, in cafes, and often on the same streets where the rain played its music.

Zaneera’s presence felt like poetry to Rafay. He could sense pain behind her silence, as if she was part of a story whose ending she feared.

One rainy evening, Rafay asked her,

“Why do you always seem so quiet?”

She replied,

“Sometimes people speak too much inside their hearts... so their lips stay silent.”

He looked at her, feeling every unsaid word, and a part of him silently vowed never to let her go.

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💌 A Confession of Love

One evening, as they sat on the stone stairs of Lahore Fort, Rafay handed her his diary. On one of the pages, she read:

> “If you allow me, I’ll write all my poetry only for you.

If you smile, I’ll dedicate every rain to you.

And if you hold my hand, my life will be complete.”

Zaneera closed the diary, looked into his eyes, and said,

“You came late... but you brought truth with you.”

And with that one sentence, love took root.

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🕊️ The Test of Time

But no love story is complete without a test.

Zaneera’s family had already promised her hand to a cousin living in Dubai. She had no say in the matter.

She called Rafay to meet her for the last time — at the same Mall Road bench.

“I wish fate had brought us together earlier,” she whispered, eyes heavy with emotion.

“If it had... we’d be dancing in this rain instead of saying goodbye.”

Rafay didn’t speak. After a long pause, he said,

“If you leave... you’ll still live on in my poetry.

In every raindrop, I will feel your scent.”

That night, as she walked away, Rafay sat there, letting the rain soak every piece of his broken heart.

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✨ Years Later…

Years passed.

Rafay became a well-known poet. His collections became bestsellers. People often asked about the mysterious “Z” in his poems.

At every launch, every stage, every page — there she was. Not in person, but in verses, metaphors, and memories.

Then one evening, during a book launch, a woman entered with calm elegance. She had deep eyes and a small smile — the kind that held unfinished stories. In her hand was a worn-out diary.

Zaneera spoke softly,

“You kept your promise…

Now I’ve come to claim what I left behind.”

Rafay closed his eyes, smiled gently, and said:

“Love never dies…

It just waits patiently in the margins of time.”

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❤️ THE END

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