It was a cold and rainy evening. The drizzling rain beat softly against the window, and the room felt oddly silent, almost suffocating in its stillness. On the bed, a young man and a woman sat side by side, their hands gently intertwined. The dim light cast soft shadows on their faces, but their expressions remained unreadable. The woman, wearing a delicate yellow dress with intricate embroidery, gazed ahead, her eyes distant and lost in thought.
The young man, dressed simply in a white t-shirt, stared at their hands, his mind racing with thoughts he couldn’t voice. They had been through so much together, but tonight felt different. The atmosphere in the room was heavy, charged with unsaid words, with a sense of uncertainty that lingered in the air.
As the rain continued to fall, the woman finally broke the silence. Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, as if afraid to disturb the fragile peace between them. “Do you ever wonder,” she began, her eyes finally meeting his, “if we were meant to be here, in this moment?”
He didn’t answer immediately, lost in the storm of his own thoughts. He had always been afraid of what lay ahead, of what their future together might hold. But tonight, as the rain whispered its secrets, he felt a strange calm. Perhaps it was the quiet of the night, or perhaps it was the warmth of her hand in his, but something felt different.
“I do,” he said quietly, “But maybe we’re meant to face this moment, together.”
The rain outside intensified, but inside the room, they sat in quiet companionship, their hearts beating in unison, as if the world outside no longer mattered. They were here, and that was enough—for now.
بارش جب بھیگتے ہوئے جاری تھی، عورت نے خاموشی توڑی۔ اس کی آواز مدھم تھی، جیسے وہ خوف کے ساتھ اپنے الفاظ ادا کرنا چاہتی ہو، “کیا تم کبھی سوچتے ہو، کہ ہم یہاں، اس لمحے میں، کیسے پہنچے؟”
وہ فوراً جواب نہ دے سکا، اپنے اندر کے طوفان میں گم تھا۔ وہ ہمیشہ سے مستقبل سے ڈرتا تھا، جو کچھ بھی ان کے درمیان آنے والا تھا، لیکن آج رات، جیسے بارش اپنی کہانیاں سنا رہی ہو، اسے ایک نیا سکون محسوس ہو رہا تھا۔ شاید یہ رات کا سکوت تھا یا شاید اس کے ہاتھ میں اس کا ہاتھ تھا، لیکن کچھ ایسا تھا جو مختلف محسوس ہو رہا تھا۔
“ہاں، سوچتا ہوں،” اس نے آہستہ سے کہا، “لیکن شاید ہم اس لمحے کا سامنا، ساتھ ساتھ، اسی لیے کر رہے ہیں۔”
بارش باہر بڑھ گئی، مگر کمرے کے اندر، وہ دونوں خاموشی کے ساتھ بیٹھے ہوئے تھے، جیسے دنیا کا کچھ اور اہم نہ ہو۔ وہ یہاں تھے، اور یہ لمحہ ہی کافی تھا—اب کے لیے۔