Novel - The End Of Love | Part -2 | 19-Aug- 2025

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Hello Friends...

Assalamualaikum, how are you, I hope everyone is well by the grace of Allah. I am also well by the grace of Allah, Alhamdulillah. Various incidents happen around us. Some of which are true, some false, some acting. Which has become a daily necessary habit. From that, I am bringing you a new post. It's my fast novel. I hope everyone will like this writing of post.

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The End of Love

Part – 2: Strange Attraction

Rahul's eyes opened at dawn. He had hardly slept all night. The light outside the window was still dim. The birds' calls, the sound of water dripping after the rain—everything seemed to be floating in a strange silence. But Rahul was restless inside, as if he was waiting for someone.

He sat up, looked at his face in the mirror. Dark circles under his eyes, his hair was disheveled, his face was tired. He laughed to himself and said,
What happened to me? I've become like this just by looking at someone?

Mother was busy in the kitchen. She was cooking pulses in the pot, serving rice.
Rahul, don't you want breakfast?
I'm coming, mother.

But Rahul had no interest in eating. It seemed that only that girl was spinning in his mind. Her wet hair, blue salwar, and that smile. Why did she seem so unfamiliar yet so close?

The day passed restlessly. Friends were calling to chat, but he didn't feel like going with anyone. Even though he opened a book, his mind couldn't settle down. There was only one thought in his head, what if we meet again?

Towards the afternoon, he suddenly decided that he would go to that street in Mirpur again. Although he knew that he might not find the girl again, a strange pull was pulling him.

He took a rickshaw and set off towards that alley again. When he reached the intersection of the street, he started looking around. The crowd of people, the noise of the shops, everything was the same as before, only that face was nowhere to be seen. Still, Rahul stood there for a while.

He argued with himself in his mind,
What are you doing standing here? This is not a movie, where you will suddenly meet again.

But his heart was saying, no, it wasn't just like that. There was something.

Just then, his eyes fell on a nearby bookstore. A person was standing inside the store looking at books. From a distance, he saw that it was that girl! Yes, without a doubt, the girl in the blue dress.

Rahul's heart raced. So close, yet so unfamiliar! He mustered up some courage and stood in front of the shop. The girl was still turning the pages of the book.

Rahul couldn't find his voice. He just stood there, panting. Suddenly the girl said to the shopkeeper, Brother, will you give me this novel?
The voice was sweet, natural. Rahul felt like the sound of music.

The girl gave him the money, came out with the book in her hand. Immediately, her eyes met Rahul's. Their eyes locked for a moment. There was no word, just a strange surprise and unfamiliar attraction in each other's eyes.

The girl smiled slightly and walked towards the rickshaw.
Rahul stood there stunned. It felt like time had stopped for a moment.

That night, Rahul couldn't sleep again. Lying in bed, he kept thinking, Today we really met again. But why didn't I know the name? Where does he live? Who is he?

He decided not to delay any longer. If he met her again, he would at least ask her name.

In the darkness of the night, there were a thousand questions, a thousand excitements in his heart.
There were no answers, only one feeling,
This girl was going to be the beginning of something in his life.

Part- 3 coming soon. Thank you all for taking the time and opportunity to read this post of mine. Thank You all for Your. Love to Everyone.

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