Chapter 3- The Silence Between Heartbeats

There was a time when she still believed that love meant understanding. That if she spoke her heart, he would listen. That if she showed her pain, he would care.

So, she told him — again and again —

“Mujhe accha nahi lag raha hai... please mujhse baat karo…”

Not in anger. Not in demand. But in quiet, honest pain.

She just wanted his voice. His time. His presence.

But every time she opened her heart, he didn’t respond with love.

Instead, he got irritated.

As if her feelings were noise.

As if her emotions were a problem he didn’t want to deal with.

The worst kind of heartbreak isn’t screaming or betrayal.

It’s indifference.

And he gave her just that — cold, casual ignorance, while she stood there, silently bleeding inside.

Eventually, she stopped asking.

Because how many times can someone cry to a wall before they accept there’s no one on the other side?

She let go of all her big expectations.

She stopped dreaming of long calls, surprise texts, or warm conversations.

All she wanted now… was ten minutes.

Just one call a day.

One tiny space in his 24-hour world where she could feel seen, heard, remembered.

And he promised.

He looked her in the eyes — through the screen, through the distance — and said,

“Pakka baby. Roz call karunga. Just ten minutes.”

And for a while, she believed him.

Because when you love someone, you want to believe their lies more than anyone else’s truth.

But days passed.

Then weeks.

And that call never came.

Sometimes he’d forget.

Sometimes he’d make excuses.

Sometimes he wouldn’t even realize how much she was hurting, sitting there, waiting, clutching the phone like a lifeline.

She would check the time every five minutes.

Refresh the screen.

Open the chat. Close it. Open it again.

Hold back tears until it was too late to hold anything anymore.

And every night, the same ending —

Tears soaking the pillow.

Heart heavy with the question:

“Kya mai itni bhi important nahi hu… ke koi apna ek simple vada bhi nibha le?”

She didn’t want diamonds. She didn’t want grand gestures.

She just wanted someone who meant what they said.

But she learned that some people only make promises to quiet your heart, not to keep them.

She stopped talking about her feelings — not because they disappeared, but because they weren’t welcome.

She buried her pain in silence, smiled in front of the world, and became the girl who never asked for too much.

But deep down, the truth was loud:

She had asked for so little — and still, it was too much for him.

Each ignored message, each broken promise, became a reminder of how invisible she had become in his world.

But in her world, he was everything.

And that imbalance?

That was the real heartbreak💔🙃

Because nothing hurts more than loving someone so deeply…

while slowly realizing they were never holding you the same way.

That you were holding on to something —

while they had already let go, without even telling you.

She kept giving, hoping he’d notice.

She kept breaking, hoping he’d care.

But all she was left with… was the sound of her own heart begging her to stop.

And that’s when she knew —

Sometimes love doesn’t leave you all at once.

Sometimes… it disappears piece by piece — every time you’re forced to pretend you’re okay.

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