Unspoken Tears: A Heartbreaking Tale of Love

Episode 4: Shattered Trust

Areeba’s heart was numb after the loss of their baby. At the funeral, Rayyan had promised, “I won’t talk to her again.” For the first time in what felt like forever, Areeba saw a glimpse of the man she once fell in love with. He held her hand, sat beside her in silence, and brought her warm soup without being asked. He stayed home more, spoke gently, and even sat by her side in the quietest hours of the night. Areeba started to believe that maybe… just maybe… things were going to change.

Days turned into weeks. The pain of losing her child never left her, but Rayyan’s presence helped soothe it. He didn’t talk much, but he stayed. He didn’t smile often, but he tried. It felt like a second chance.

Then one evening, Rayyan brought up the idea of settling in the UAE.

“I think we should move there,” he said, avoiding eye contact. “You can start your job again, and I’ll join you later once things are wrapped up here.”

Areeba’s heart held onto hope. She thought, maybe distance from Maha would finally fix their broken pieces.

She agreed.

She went to the UAE and started her job. From there, she kept asking Rayyan when he would join her. But each time, he gave vague replies.

“Next month, I just need to finish some work.”

“Soon, Areeba. Don’t worry.”

But the days turned into months, and Rayyan never came.

Areeba couldn’t take it anymore. A year had passed, and the silence was louder than ever. She flew back to Pakistan, determined to bring him back with her. But nothing could have prepared her for what she saw.

His phone buzzed with a message from Maha.

Again.

Tears welled up in her eyes. Her hands trembled.

“Why?” she asked him, voice breaking. “Why are you still talking to her?”

Rayyan looked exhausted. “Areeba… we have had so many fights. I just want peace in my life. That’s why I told you to go to the UAE. I needed space.”

“And Maha gives you peace?” she whispered.

He didn’t answer.

“She’s blackmailing me,” he finally admitted. “She says if I leave her, she’ll end her life. I’m… I’m tired. I don’t know what to do.”

Areeba’s body went cold. “You don’t know what to do? You broke me. You let me cry alone in pregnancy. You ignored me. You lied to me. You promised me love and gave me silence. And now… now you’re worried about her pain?”

This time, Areeba didn’t stay quiet. She went straight to Rayyan’s mother and told her everything—every tear, every broken promise, every lie.

His mother was furious. “Enough is enough. You will go to the UAE with her. You will leave this girl and focus on your marriage.”

Reluctantly, Rayyan agreed.

He, Areeba, and his mother traveled to the UAE together. Areeba helped him find a job, and soon his mother returned to Pakistan.

Days turned into months again.

And then one day, Areeba heard the news: Maha had gotten married. She had left Rayyan behind.

Now, Areeba had one daughter—her little light in the dark. Life went on, but the bubbly girl from before had faded.

She still cooked his meals. Still folded his clothes. Still stood beside him at family events.

But deep inside, she waited.

Waited for just one thing—a real apology.

One heartfelt sorry that could ease the weight she carried every single day.

But it never came.