My name is Soumya.
A Hindu boy…
who fell in love with a Muslim girl.
Her name—Farha.
Seven years of love.
Seven years of memories.
And one day—
everything ended.
Not because we stopped loving each other.
But because…
the world never wanted us together.
Temples and mosques—
stood stronger than our promises.
Families became walls.
Society became a judge.
"I can't go against my parents…"
Farha whispered… with tears in her eyes.
That day…
I didn't just lose her.
I lost my future.
…
Now I am married.
Living with someone
who has done nothing wrong…
Yet suffers every day
because I cannot love her.
She deserves better.
But my heart…
It still belongs to Farha.
…
At night—
when silence fills the room—
I open our old chats.
Every "I love you"…
still feels alive.
Every promise…
still hurts.
And I ask myself—
"Was it really over?"
Or…
"Did we just give up too soon?"
…
One night—
My phone lit up.
Unknown number.
Message:
"Do you still love me, Soumya?"
My fingers froze.
My heartbeat went wild.
Because even without a name…
I knew—
It was Farha.
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