Novel - Whispers in the Rain | Part -4 | 04-Aug- 2025

Touch of Love

Hello friends,

How are you all? I hope everyone is well. I am also well by the infinite mercy of Allah. Like every day, today I have come before you with a new post. Almost all kinds of incidents happen around us. The incidents are often instructive, painful, tragic, and inspiring. That is why today I have come with a story again. I hope you will enjoy reading my writing.

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Part- 4: Shadow of Distance

An afternoon covered in thick clouds. Suddenly, Neela hasn't come to the library for four days. No letter, no message, no sound. Aryan just waited for the first two days. On the third day, he was walking on the streets of Dhanmondi, headphones in his ears, but not listening to music. He was listening to the trembling of his heart.

On the fourth day, suddenly…

The library door opened, a tired face in a white salwar-kameez, Neela. Hair loose, red eyes, chapped lips, and dark circles under his eyes. Aryan stood up. He was about to ask something, but Neela just said, "Father is dead..." Her voice broke.

Aryan didn't think for a moment. He went forward and took Neela's hand. Just a hand, silently. He knew that at this moment, no words were needed. Just presence, just the touch of the heart.

Neela said tearfully,

Do you know? Father was the only man in my life before whom I could be weak. From today, that place is also empty.

Aryan said no, I will stay. He said no, I will fill your place. He just held her hand tightly. This was his first touch, a touch of love, not on the body, but on the soul.

Neela didn't want anyone to see her at her most fragile. So she didn't tell anyone during the funeral.

Aryan had left his letter in the library rack at night. I was by your side, even though you didn't see it. I could hear your cries in my silent room. You are not alone, never. Whenever you look back, you will see me.

Neela came back and got the letter in her hand, and for the first time…
She had left a reply for Aryan in a blue envelope. You know, when someone stands silently by, it touches a lot. You are not a word, you are a refuge. I think, if Dad knew who I fell in love with, he would have surely said, your eyes have fallen in the right place.

Aryan was sitting quietly reading the letter. Waves were rising in his chest, but he was not expressing that wave in words. He knew that love was still an unknown name, but the feeling was slowly touching their private insides.

Neela called Aryan for the first time that night. Less sound, more silence. Sleep is not coming…I am here. What are you doing now? Thinking of you. Hearing your voice makes me feel a little calmer. You are not crying. I am here, right? Then only breathing. There was no word on the phone, yet they knew that this silent connection was the deepest love.

The next day Aryan wrote in his diary:

The day you cried, my sky also cried.

My words were lost in the salt of your eyes.

I don't know how to express love,
but I know that the person who wants to stop your crying,
is the one who has fallen in love.

There is now an emptiness inside Aryan. And the only light in this emptiness is Aryan. He didn't see love with his eyes, but it touched his heart silently. Their relationship takes on a new form, touched by love, where there is nothing to say, yet everything has been said.

Part 5 is coming. Thank you all for taking the time to read the post. Thank You all for Your. Love to Everyone.

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