Update #112: Writing Expedition ✍️-True love never fails.

How are you all? I hope you are all well by the grace of Allah.I am also fine by the grace of Allah. Today I am here to tell a love story. Now let's tell my story.

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The warm, golden light of the late afternoon spread its beauty through the willow trees, and the charming shimmering waves were visible on the other side of the lake. Kamal and Monika were floating silently in a small blue boat, nestled between the soft whisper of water and the soft sound of leaves. This was their favorite place - a place where laughter, joy, and love are considered the best place. Here, the mind automatically becomes good. The mind wants to enjoy the beauty. But today neither of them is in a good mood to talk. They are looking at nature but not enjoying anything. Both of them are sitting silently, as if in anticipation of a storm.
At one point, Monika looked at Kamal and said-
"You have gone far away, and now I cannot understand you," Monika's eyes showed anger and disappointment.
Kamal remained silent for a while, not answering a word. She wiped her face with her hand and said-You misunderstood me. I still love you as before.
Minika's anger seemed to grow, It was expressed in her words-
"Isn't that so?" she said, her eyes staring at his face. "If you love me, then why is there these messages?"-several messages from the mobile showed.
Kamal's eyes hardened. He didn't answer immediately, and the delay spoke louder than any denial. "She's just a friend, Monika."
A dry smile appeared on Monika's face, bitter as the autumn wind. "What kind of friend do you text in midnight? What kind of friend is she, whose name makes you shiver?"
Kamal looked across the still lake. "It's not what you think. Cynthia is going through a difficult time. I'm just helping."
"Helping," Monika repeated, the word tasting like poison on her lips. "Funny, I never needed to be rescued to get your attention."
They both fell silent, surrounded by the calm of nature, which made their storm even more vivid. From the shore, the golden trees witnessed the unraveling of the thread of a once-perfect love.
"I am not blind, Kamal," she said, her voice trembling now. "I can see the way you look at her. You will see me that way, too, someday."
Kamal realized that he had made a mistake. He really loved Monica. But he had also slowly grown close to Cynthia. Which was not right at all. He decided that he would apologize to Monica and break up with Cynthia. But how could he explain it to Monica now that she was angry?
Meanwhile, remorse was also visible in Minika. She realized that she had treated Kamal very badly. She could have explained it to him without using anger. She decided that she would apologize to Kamal.
They both went to apologize to each other together. The pronunciation was the same because both of them said sorry together.
They both laughed heartily. All the anger and resentment between them ended in the lake water.
They started loving each other like before. Emotions flowed in their words,
Monika blinked her eyes and said in an emotional voice, "I was scared. I was scared of losing you. And maybe I moved away, but only because I felt like you were no longer with me."
Kamal sighed, stroking Monika's hair. "I didn't want to drift away. I was confused, but I never stopped loving you."
"Then why did you bring her between us?"
He gently held her hand. "Monica, I made a mistake. And I will correct that mistake."
He took out his phone, found the contact number, found Cynthia's number, and deleted the number in front of Monica. At the same time, he took Monica's hand and swore to never commit a crime that would break trust.
Monica looked at him, her heart beating. For the first time in weeks, she felt the weight in her chest begin to decrease. A heavy stone was lifted from her heart.
Her mind went to the morning with joy. The world seemed so beautiful today. Even the small things on the lake caught up with her with unfathomable beauty.
As the sun sank under the trees, casting long golden shadows across the lake, the boat moved forward - two hearts wounded but beating in harmony, moving in the delicate waters of love, affection, and second chances. Today, they were both happy and content. The two held each other's hands with that blissful joy. They hugged their new dreams of happiness and moved forward together. Started going.

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Thank you all of you for reading my post. I hope you will like my story. I am leaving today.