“Pain will leave scars on our heart, even after the wound heals.”
Janani and her family arrived in another state after a long, arduous journey. Disoriented and unsure of her surroundings, she asked her father about their new location, but he simply shouted at her. To make matters worse, he deactivated their phone numbers, severing her connection with the outside world, including Faran.
Janani started attending a new school, but it wasn’t the same without Faran. No one could replicate the bond they shared, and she deeply missed him. She had secretly harbored feelings for Faran, but the sudden separation had denied her the chance to confess her love.
When Janani heard about Cristiano Ronaldo’s transfer, she instantly thought of Faran and how devastated he must be. She couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness, knowing they had both lost something precious on the same day. Her interest in football waned, and she stopped watching matches altogether.
Years went by, but Janani’s love for Faran remained unwavering. She moved to Delhi for higher studies and befriended some wonderful people. Sharing her story with them, she found solace in their empathy. They encouraged her to revisit her passion for football, and she slowly began to heal.
Janani realized that the pain of her past wouldn’t disappear, but she learned to live with it. “Nobody really moves on,” she thought. “Everyone just learns to live with the scars.” With this newfound perspective, Janani resumed her football journey.
One night, in her college hostel, Janani and her friends decided to play a game of “Truth or Dare.” When her turn arrived, she chose “Dare.” The task was to call a random number and converse with the person for two minutes. Initially hesitant, Janani eventually succumbed to her friends’ persuasion.
She randomly dialed a number, but it was unavailable. Her next attempt connected, but the person didn’t answer. On the second try, a familiar voice responded.
“Hello?”
Janani asked, her heart racing, “Can you tell me your name, sir?”
The response sent shivers down her spine: “I’m Faran. Who’s this?”
Janani’s heart skipped a beat as she struggled to process the unexpected connection.
(To be continued)
ll leave scars on our heart, even after the wound heals.”
Janani and her family arrived in another state after a long, arduous journey. Disoriented and unsure of her surroundings, she asked her father about their new location, but he simply shouted at her. To make matters worse, he deactivated their phone numbers, severing her connection with the outside world, including Faran.
Janani started attending a new school, but it wasn’t the same without Faran. No one could replicate the bond they shared, and she deeply missed him. She had secretly harbored feelings for Faran, but the sudden separation had denied her the chance to confess her love.
When Janani heard about Cristiano Ronaldo’s transfer, she instantly thought of Faran and how devastated he must be. She couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness, knowing they had both lost something precious on the same day. Her interest in football waned, and she stopped watching matches altogether.
Years went by, but Janani’s love for Faran remained unwavering. She moved to Delhi for higher studies and befriended some wonderful people. Sharing her story with them, she found solace in their empathy. They encouraged her to revisit her passion for football, and she slowly began to heal.
Janani realized that the pain of her past wouldn’t disappear, but she learned to live with it. “Nobody really moves on,” she thought. “Everyone just learns to live with the scars.” With this newfound perspective, Janani resumed her football journey.
One night, in her college hostel, Janani and her friends decided to play a game of “Truth or Dare.” When her turn arrived, she chose “Dare.” The task was to call a random number and converse with the person for two minutes. Initially hesitant, Janani eventually succumbed to her friends’ persuasion.
She randomly dialed a number, but it was unavailable. Her next attempt connected, but the person didn’t answer. On the second try, a familiar voice responded.
“Hello?”
Janani asked, her heart racing, “Can you tell me your name, sir?”
The response sent shivers down her spine: “I’m Faran. Who’s this?”
Janani’s heart skipped a beat as she struggled to process the unexpected connection.
(To be continued)