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Chapter 19| Whispers of Hearts

Days turned into weeks, and the echoes of the village festival lingered in the corners of Maryam's mind. She found herself lost in her thoughts, torn between the commitments she had made and the unexpected emotions that had been stirred within her. Aahil's confession replayed in her mind like a haunting melody, tugging at the edges of her heart.

In the quiet moments, Maryam questioned herself. "Why?" she whispered to the empty room. "Why would I be attracted to someone like Aahil? He's the opposite of everything I've ever wanted. Our worlds don't align, our beliefs clash, and yet..."

She shook her head, trying to dismiss the thoughts that seemed to be entwining her heart with invisible threads. Her upcoming journey to London to be with Steven weighed heavily on her mind, like a looming storm on the horizon.

As the departure date drew nearer, Maryam felt the weight of her decision. She had promised Steven her future, but her heart remained stubbornly entangled in the memories of the village, of the festival, and of Aahil.

One evening, sitting by her window, Maryam looked out at the city lights and let her thoughts wander. "This isn't fair," she muttered to herself. "Why do I have to feel this way now?"

The memories rushed back in vivid detail—the playful arguments, the stolen glances, the way Aahil had looked at her during the festival. She remembered the moments they had shared—the chudi stall, the food stall, the dance, and the stolen conversations that had revealed glimpses of the person beneath Aahil's stoic exterior.

Her thoughts spiraled, and she found herself wondering if she had been hasty in her decision. She looked at her engagement ring, feeling a pang of guilt. Steven had been nothing but loving and supportive, and yet, she couldn't shake the confusion that had settled within her.

"Why, Aahil?" she whispered to the wind, as if hoping for an answer that would bring clarity to her muddled heart.

Days turned into weeks, and Maryam found herself grappling with her emotions in the bustling streets of London. The familiarity of the city seemed dull against the vivid memories of the village.

One day sitting beside Steven in a coffee shop, Maryam closed her eyes and tried to quiet the whirlwind of emotions within her. She heard his steady breathing, felt the warmth of his presence, and yet, her heart felt strangely distant.

The distance she had created was her attempt at gaining control over her emotions, at burying the feelings she hadn't asked for.

The memories of the village festival flooded her mind—the poetry, the laughter, the stolen glances, and the moments of shared understanding. She couldn't deny that something had shifted within her during those days, something that had awakened feelings she hadn't anticipated.

Maryam found herself caught between her past and her present. Every time she closed her eyes, she could hear the whispers of the heart, urging her to confront the truth she had been avoiding.

One evening, as she and Steven sat on the couch, Maryam gazed at him and hesitated before speaking. "Steven, there's something I need to talk to you about."

He looked at her with concern. "What is it, Maryam?"

Taking a deep breath, she began, "You know how important our relationship is to me, and I truly care for you. But I need to be honest—I've been feeling conflicted."

Steven's brow furrowed. "Conflicted? About what?"

Maryam's gaze was steady as she searched for the right words. "About us, about my feelings. I thought I had everything figured out, but being away from the village, from the festival, it's made me realize that emotions aren't always predictable."