It was something I kept entirely to myself, in secret—because even she didn’t know.
I used to watch her from afar. I would visit her school, waiting to catch a glimpse after her classes ended. I saw her quite often.
Her way of speaking, her gestures—everything left a deep mark on my heart.
I liked her. Honestly, she was my very first feeling of affection, something I had never experienced before.
After secretly loving her for a long time, one day I finally gathered the courage to propose to her.
She smiled slightly and said, “I haven’t really thought about it yet, give me some time.”
I waited, full of hope.
Two and a half years passed like that.
But she never really tried to understand my feelings. She would always ignore me.
After some time, I noticed she was getting close to other boys.
She posted photos with them on social media, chatted late into the night, and sometimes even hung out with them in the evenings.
It hurt me deeply, but I said nothing—because it was her life, her choice.
One day, I saw her holding hands with another guy.
That day, my heart shattered. I realized to her, I was just an “option.”
She had many guys in her life, and I was just one among them.
I asked her,
“Did you ever take me seriously? Or was I just someone to pass your time with?”
She replied,
“Masum, you’re a good guy, but I haven’t taken anyone seriously yet. I have many friends, I like spending time with them. If you can’t accept that, maybe it’s best we stay apart.”
That answer broke me.
I understood—my love had no value in her eyes.
I walked away, but I couldn’t erase her name from my heart.
It hurt for a long time.
But I learned something—sometimes, love is one-sided.
And in one-sided love, there’s only pain.
Even after she disappeared from my life, I missed her terribly.
I longed to see her again—even now, after all these years.
I never liked anyone else. I never got into another relationship or fell in love again.
My feelings for her remain hidden, unspoken.
Now, I just want to stay in the shadows... invisible.
Three years passed.
One day, I got a message from an unknown number.
At first, I didn’t recognize it—but her tone, her choice of words... I knew it was her.
She started talking while hiding her identity.
The same old emotions returned, the same hope sparked again.
But after a few days, I discovered the truth.
It really was her—the one I had once silently loved.
This time, she had contacted me herself, without revealing who she was—like a ghost from the distant past.
We talked regularly.
Laughter, jokes, stories—we shared everything again.
I thought, maybe this time something would change.
But reality is harsh.
One day, through her social media, I found something deeply painful.
She was a member of multiple 18+ groups.
She posted obscene content, made vulgar comments.
She chatted personally with many guys, asked for sexy videos, and even invited some to join sex groups.
I was shattered.
My heart broke into pieces.
I gently asked her,
“Why are you doing all this?”
She didn’t answer. She just blocked me.
That wasn’t the end.
Later, I found out she was still in contact with many guys.
And the most shocking or painful thing I learned—
She had reportedly engaged in physical relationships with two guys in a coaching center room run by Iqbal Sir.
I couldn’t say anything.
I just silently accepted it all.
Even now, I sometimes think of her.
But it’s no longer love.
It’s a feeling of emptiness, a lingering question—
Did I really make a mistake by loving someone?
Did I truly make a mistake by loving someone?
I pray that everyone’s love finds fulfillment.
I really loved her.
āĻš্āϝাঁ āĻāĻŽি āĻšāϝ়āϤো āĻāĻāύো āϰিāϞেāĻļāύ āĻāϰিāύি āĻাāĻāĻে āĻাāϞোāĻŦাāϏিāύি, āϤāĻŦে āĻšā§āϤো āĻোāύো āĻāĻ āĻŽাāύāĻŦেāϰ āĻŽাā§াā§ āĻĒā§ে āĻেāĻিāϞাāĻŽ। āϝেāĻা āĻিāϞো āĻুāĻŦ āĻোāĻĒāύে āύিāĻেāϰ āĻŽāύেāĻ āϏীāĻŽাāĻŦāĻĻ্āϧ āĻাāϰāĻŖ āϏে āύিāĻেāĻ āĻাāύāϤো āύা।
āϤাāϰে āϞুāĻিā§ে āϞুāĻিā§ে āĻĻেāĻāϤাāĻŽ,āĻāĻŽি āĻāĻĻেāϰ āϏ্āĻুāϞে āĻিāϝ়ে āĻ্āϞাāϏ āĻļেāώ āĻāϰāϞে āĻĻেāĻāϤে āϝেāϤাāĻŽ, āĻĒ্āϰাā§āĻ āĻĻেāĻা āĻšāϤ। āϤাāϰ , āĻāĻĨা āĻŦāϞা āĻāĻ্āĻি, āϏāĻŦāĻিāĻুāĻ āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻŽāύে āĻāĻীāϰāĻাāĻŦে āĻĻাāĻ āĻেāĻেāĻিāϞ। āĻাāϞāϞাāĻāϤো āϤাāĻে, āĻāĻ āĻāĻĨাā§ āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻোāĻ্āĻ āĻŽāύে āĻāĻ āĻĒ্āϰāĻĨāĻŽ āĻোāĻ্āĻ āĻ
āύুāĻূāϤি āĻāύ্āĻŽাāĻāĻিāϞো āϤাāϰে āĻĻেāĻে āϤাāϰ āĻāĻে āĻāĻāύো āĻাāϰো āĻĒ্āϰāϤি āĻšā§āύি।āĻ
āύেāĻāĻĻিāύ āϞুāĻিā§ে āĻাāϞোāĻŦাāϏাāϰ āĻĒāϰ āĻāĻāĻĻিāύ āϏাāĻšāϏ āĻāϰে āĻāĻŽি “āϤাāĻে’’ āĻĒ্āϰোāĻĒোāĻ āĻāϰāϞাāĻŽ। āϏে āĻĒ্āϰāĻĨāĻŽে āĻিāĻুāĻা āĻšেāϏে āĻŦāϞে, "āĻāĻŽি āĻāĻāύো āĻিāĻু āĻাāĻŦিāύি, āĻāĻŽাāĻে āϏāĻŽā§ āĻĻাāĻ।" āĻāĻŽি āĻāĻļা āύিā§ে āĻ
āĻĒেāĻ্āώা āĻāϰāϤে āĻĨাāĻি।
āϤাāϰāĻĒāϰ āĻāĻাāĻŦেāĻ āĻāϰো āĻā§াāĻ āĻŦāĻāϰ āĻাāĻিā§ে āĻĻেāĻ āĻিāύ্āϤু āϏে āĻāĻāύোāĻ āĻŦোāĻাāϰ āĻেāώ্āĻা āĻāϰেāύি āϏāĻŦ āϏāĻŽā§ āĻāĻāύোāϰ āĻāϰে āϝেāϤ।āĻিāĻুāĻĻিāύ āĻĒāϰ āĻāĻŽি āϞāĻ্āώ āĻāϰি āϏে, āĻāϰāĻ āĻ
āύেāĻ āĻেāϞেāϰ āϏাāĻĨে āĻāύিāώ্āĻ āĻাāĻŦে āĻŽিāĻļāĻে।āϏে āϏোāĻļ্āϝাāϞ āĻŽিāĻĄিā§াā§ āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āϏাāĻĨে āĻāĻŦি āĻļেā§াāϰ āĻāϰে, āϰাāϤ āĻেāĻে āĻ্āϝাāĻ āĻāϰে, āĻāĻŽāύāĻি āĻāĻāύো āĻāĻāύো āϏāύ্āϧ্āϝাāϰ āĻĒāϰে āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āϏাāĻĨে āĻāĻĄ্āĻĄাāĻ āĻĻেā§। āĻāĻŽি āϏেāĻা āĻĻেāĻে āĻŽāύে āĻ
āύেāĻ āĻāώ্āĻ āĻāĻŽāϤে āĻĨাāĻে, āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻāĻŽি āĻিāĻু āĻŦāϞিāύি āĻেāύāύা āĻšā§āϤো।āϏে āύিāĻেāϰ āĻীāĻŦāύ, āϤাāϰ āύিāĻেāϰ āĻĒāĻāύ্āĻĻ। āĻāĻāĻĻিāύ āĻāĻŽি āĻĻেāĻি āϤাāĻে āĻāϰেāĻāĻা āĻেāϞেāϰ āϏাāĻĨে āĻšাāϤ āϧāϰে āĻšাঁāĻāĻে। āϏেāĻĻিāύ āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻŽāύে āĻĒ্āϰāĻāĻŖ্āĻĄ āĻāώ্āĻ āĻšā§। āĻāĻŽি āĻŦুāĻāϤে āĻĒāĻĄ়ি, āϤাāϰ āĻাāĻে āĻāĻŽি āĻļুāϧুāĻ āĻāĻāĻা "āĻ
āĻĒāĻļāύ"।āϤাāϰ āĻীāĻŦāύে āĻ
āύেāĻ āĻেāϞে āĻāĻে, āĻāϰ āĻāĻŽি āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻŽāϧ্āϝে āĻļুāϧু āĻāĻāĻāύ।
āĻāĻŽি āϤাāĻে āĻিāĻ্āĻাāϏা āĻāϰি, "āϤুāĻŽি āĻি āĻāĻāύো āĻāĻŽাāĻে āϏিāϰিā§াāϏāϞি āύিā§েāĻ? āύাāĻি āĻāĻŽি āĻļুāϧু āϤোāĻŽাāϰ āϏāĻŽā§ āĻাāĻাāύোāϰ āĻāĻāĻা āĻŽাāϧ্āϝāĻŽ?" āϏে āĻāϤ্āϤāϰ āĻĻেā§, "āĻŽাāϏুāĻŽ, āϤুāĻŽি āĻাāϞো āĻেāϞে, āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻāĻŽি āĻāĻāύো āĻাāĻāĻে āϏিāϰিā§াāϏāϞি āύিāϤে āĻĒাāϰিāύি। āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻ
āύেāĻ āĻŦāύ্āϧু āĻāĻে, āĻāĻŽি āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āϏাāĻĨে āϏāĻŽā§ āĻাāĻাāĻ। āϤুāĻŽি āϝāĻĻি āĻāĻা āĻŽেāύে āύিāϤে āύা āĻĒাāϰো, āϤাāĻšāϞে āĻāĻŽাāĻĻেāϰ āĻĻূāϰāϤ্āĻŦ āĻŦাā§াāύোāĻ āĻাāϞো।"
āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻŽāύে āĻĒ্āϰāĻāĻŖ্āĻĄ āĻāώ্āĻ āĻšā§। āĻāĻŽি āĻŦুāĻāϤে āĻĒেāϰেāĻি, āϤাāϰ āĻাāĻে āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻাāϞোāĻŦাāϏাāϰ āĻোāύো āĻŽূāϞ্āϝ āύেāĻ। āĻāĻŽি āϤাāĻে āĻেā§ে āĻāϞে āϝাāĻ, āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻŽāύ āĻĨেāĻে āϤাāϰ āύাāĻŽ āĻāϞ্āĻĒāύা āĻŽুāĻে āϝাā§ āύা। āĻāĻŽি āĻ
āύেāĻ āĻāώ্āĻ āĻĒাāĻ, āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻāĻŽি āĻŦুāĻāϤে āĻĒেāϰেāĻি, āĻāĻāύো āĻāĻāύো āĻাāϞোāĻŦাāϏা āĻāĻāϤāϰāĻĢা āĻšā§, āĻāϰ āϏেāĻ āĻাāϞোāĻŦাāϏাā§ āĻļুāϧু āĻāώ্āĻāĻ āĻāĻŽে।
āĻিāύ্āϤ āϤাāϰāĻĒāϰ āϏে āĻšাāϰাāĻ āϝাāĻā§াāϰ āĻĒāϰ āĻĒ্āϰāĻāύ্āĻĄ āĻŽিāϏ āĻāϰāϤাāĻŽ āĻāĻŽি, āĻুāĻŦ āĻĻেāĻāϤে āĻŽāύ āĻাāĻāϤো, āĻāĻŽāύāĻি āĻāĻāĻ āĻাā§,, āĻāĻ ā§¨ āĻŦāĻāϰেāϰ āĻŽাāĻে। āĻāϰ āĻŽāϧ্āϝে āĻĻ্āĻŦিāϤীā§ āĻাāĻāĻে āĻাāϞো āϞাāĻেāύি āĻāĻŽাāϰ, āύা āĻāϰāĻি āϰিāϞেāĻļāύ āĻāϰ āύা āĻাāϞোāĻŦাāϏāĻি āĻাāĻāĻে। āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻāĻāĻ āϤাāĻে āĻĻেāĻাāϰ āϤীāĻŦ্āϰ āĻāĻাāĻ্āĻা āĻāĻে āĻāĻŦং āϏেāĻি āĻোāĻĒāύেāĻ, āĻāĻŽি āĻļুāϧু āĻāĻāύ āĻ
āĻĒ্āϰāĻাāĻļিāϤāĻ āĻšā§ে āĻĨাāĻāϤে āĻাāĻ...!!
āϤিāύ āĻŦāĻāϰ āĻেāĻে āĻিāϝ়েāĻিāϞ। āĻšāĻ াā§ āĻāĻāĻĻিāύ, āĻāĻ āĻ
āĻাāύা āύাāĻŽ্āĻŦাāϰ āĻĨেāĻে āĻŽ্āϝাāϏেāĻ āĻāϞো।।āĻĒ্āϰāĻĨāĻŽে āĻিāύāϤে āĻĒাāϰিāύি, āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻāĻĨাāϰ āϏুāϰ, āĻļāĻŦ্āĻĻāĻā§āύে āĻŦুāĻāϞাāĻŽ—āϏে। āύিāĻেāĻে āĻোāĻĒāύ āϰেāĻে āĻāĻĨা āĻŦāϞāϤে āĻļুāϰু āĻāϰāϞ। āĻāĻŦাāϰāĻ āϏেāĻ āĻĒুāϰāύো āĻāĻŦেāĻļ, āϏেāĻ āĻāĻļা। āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻিāĻুāĻĻিāύ āĻĒāϰেāĻ āĻাāύāϞাāĻŽ,
āĻĒāϰে āĻŦুāĻāϞাāĻŽ, āϏে-āĻ—āϝাāĻে āĻāĻŽি āĻāĻāĻĻিāύ āύিঃāĻļāĻŦ্āĻĻে āĻাāϞোāĻŦেāϏেāĻিāϞাāĻŽ। āĻāĻŦাāϰ āϏে-āĻ āύিāĻে āϝোāĻাāϝোāĻ āĻāϰেāĻে। āύাāĻŽ āĻĒ্āϰāĻাāĻļ āύা āĻāϰে, āĻĒāϰিāĻāϝ় āĻোāĻĒāύ āϰেāĻেāĻ, āϝেāύ āĻোāύ āĻĻূāϰ āĻ
āϤীāϤ āĻĨেāĻে āĻĢিāϰে āĻāϏেāĻে।
āĻāĻŽāϰা āĻĒ্āϰাāϝ়āĻ āĻāĻĨা āĻŦāϞāϤাāĻŽ। āĻšাāϏি-āĻŽāĻা, āĻāϞ্āĻĒ—āϏāĻŦāĻ āĻāϞāĻিāϞ। āĻāĻŽি āĻেāĻŦেāĻিāϞাāĻŽ, āĻšāϝ়āϤো āĻāĻŦাāϰ āĻিāĻু āĻāĻāĻা āĻŦāĻĻāϞাāĻŦে। āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻŦাāϏ্āϤāĻŦāϤা āĻŦāĻĄ়āĻ āύিāϰ্āĻŽāĻŽ। āĻāĻāĻĻিāύ āĻšāĻ াā§ āĻāϰেāĻ āϤাāϰ āϏোāĻļ্āϝাāϞ āĻŽিāĻĄিāϝ়া āĻĨেāĻে āĻāĻŽāύ āĻিāĻু āĻাāύāϤে āĻĒাāϰāϞাāĻŽ, āϝা āĻŦিāĻļ্āĻŦাāϏ āĻāϰাāĻা āĻāώ্āĻāĻāϰ āĻিāϞ। āϏে āĻāĻাāϧিāĻ ā§§ā§Ž+ āĻ্āϰুāĻĒে āϝুāĻ্āϤ। āĻ
āĻļ্āϞীāϞ āĻĒোāϏ্āĻ, āĻাāϰাāĻĒ āĻāĻŽেāύ্āĻ—āϏāĻŦāĻ āĻāϰে। āĻ
āύেāĻ āĻেāϞেāϰ āϏāĻ্āĻে āĻŦ্āϝāĻ্āϤিāĻāϤāĻাāĻŦে āĻāĻĨা āĻŦāϞে, āϏেāĻ্āϏি āĻিāĻĄিāĻ āĻাāϝ়। āĻāĻŽāύāĻি āĻŦিāĻিāύ্āύ āĻেāϞেāĻে āϏেāĻ্āϏ āĻ্āϰুāĻĒে āĻ
্āϝাāĻĄ āĻāϰাāϰ āĻ
āύুāϰোāϧāĻ āĻāϰে।
āĻāĻŽি āĻীāώāĻŖ āĻāώ্āĻ āĻĒেāϝ়েāĻিāϞাāĻŽ। āĻŽāύāĻা āĻāĻāĻĻāĻŽ āĻেāĻে āĻিāϝ়েāĻিāϞ।
āϤাāĻে āĻুāĻŦāĻ āĻļাāύ্āϤāĻাāĻŦে āĻŦāϞেāĻিāϞাāĻŽ,
“āϤুāĻŽি āĻāϏāĻŦ āĻāϰāĻো āĻেāύ?”
āĻিāύ্āϤু āϏে āĻোāύো āĻāĻŦাāĻŦ āύা āĻĻিāϝ়ে āĻāĻŽাāĻে āĻŦ্āϞāĻ āĻāϰে āĻĻিāϞ।
āĻāĻাāύেāĻ āĻļেāώ āύāϝ়। āĻĒāϰে āĻাāύāϤে āĻĒাāϰি, āĻāĻāύো āϏে āĻ
āύেāĻ āĻেāϞেāϰ āϏāĻ্āĻে āϝোāĻাāϝোāĻ āϰাāĻে। āĻŽāĻাāϰ āĻŦা āĻŦেāĻĻāύাāĻĻাāϝ়āĻ āĻŦ্āϝাāĻĒাāϰ āĻšāϞো—āĻĻুāĻāĻāύ āĻেāϞেāϰ āϏāĻ্āĻে āϏে āύাāĻি āĻāĻāĻŦাāϞ āϏ্āϝাāϰ āĻোāĻিং āϏেāύ্āĻাāϰেāϰ āϰুāĻŽে āĻļাāϰীāϰিāĻ āϏāĻŽ্āĻĒāϰ্āĻে āĻāĻĄ়িāϝ়েāĻে। āĻāĻŽি āĻিāĻু āĻŦāϞāϤে āĻĒাāϰিāύি, āĻļুāϧু āύিঃāĻļāĻŦ্āĻĻে āϏāĻŦāĻা āĻŽেāύে āύিāϝ়েāĻি।
āĻāĻāĻ āĻŽাāĻে āĻŽাāĻে āϤাāϰ āĻāĻĨা āĻŽāύে āĻĒāĻĄ়ে। āϤāĻŦে āϏেāĻা āĻāϰ āĻাāϞোāĻŦাāϏা āύāϝ়,
āĻāĻāĻা āĻļূāύ্āϝāϤা, āĻāĻāĻা āĻŦিāϏ্āĻŽāϝ় āĻāϰ āĻāĻāĻা āĻĒ্āϰāĻļ্āύেāϰ āĻŽāϤো—
āĻāĻŽি āĻি āϏāϤ্āϝিāĻ āĻাāĻāĻে āĻাāϞোāĻŦেāϏে āĻুāϞ āĻāϰেāĻিāϞাāĻŽ?
āĻāĻŽি āĻি āϏāϤ্āϝিāĻ āĻাāĻāĻে āĻাāϞোāĻŦেāϏে āĻুāϞ āĻāϰেāĻিāϞাāĻŽ?
āĻĻোā§া āĻāϰি āϏāĻŦাāϰ āĻাāϞোāĻŦাāϏা āϝেāύো āĻĒূāϰ্āĻŖāϤা 'āĻĒাā§,,
āĻāĻŽি āϤাāĻে āĻুāĻŦ āĻাāϞোāĻŦাāϏāϤাāĻŽ
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