BROKEN But UNBROKEN

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 As Esfandiyar drove through the winding streets of his city, the evening sky darkened, heavy clouds looming above, ready to unleash their burden. A sense of unease settled over him, something different in the air that made him think of her. Even though he knew she wasn't here in Pakistan, he felt her presence lingering like a whisper. A bittersweet smile crossed his lips as memories flooded back, memories tinged with the weight of his betrayal.

Just then, his phone vibrated against the dashboard, breaking through his thoughts. He glanced at the screen and felt a surge of emotions as he read the message: "Mien ne apna wada pura kiya ab tumhari bari!" The words seemed to dance in front of his eyes, and despite the sadness that clung to him, a genuine smile broke through.

As if the sky understood his feelings, the first drops of rain began to fall, tapping softly against the windshield. He turned up the volume of the car radio and let the soothing melody of "Barishien" fill the space around him. The song's familiar notes resonated deeply, weaving a connection between the past and the present.

"Baarishein yoon achanak huyi,
To laga tum shehar mein ho."

He sang along softly, letting the music transport him. With every word, he felt her presence more strongly, as if she were right beside him. The rain poured down in earnest now, transforming the city into a glistening canvas, each droplet reflecting the fading light.

"Raat bhar phir woh jab na ruki,
To laga tum shehar mein ho."

The streets shimmered, each light dancing in the puddles that formed. He imagined her here, laughing as they splashed through the rain, her joy infectious. The memories tugged at his heart, a reminder of the happiness they had shared, now shadowed by his regret.

"Kahin ek saaz hai goonji,
Teri aawaz hai goonji."

As he sang, he pictured her smile—the way it could light up even the darkest days. It was as if the rain was an echo of their laughter, a melody that brought them closer despite the distance. He could almost hear her voice, soft and sweet, mingling with the rhythm of the rain.

"Shaam phir khoobsurat hui,
To laga tum shehar mein ho."

The city felt alive around him, each heartbeat synchronized with the rain. The clouds rolled and rumbled, yet he felt a sense of peace wash over him. The bittersweet memories transformed into a canvas of hope; perhaps there would be a chance to make things right.

"Door hoke bhi nazron se tum,
Har lamha har pehar mein ho."

He leaned back in his seat, letting the melody wash over him like the rain outside. Though they were far apart, he felt her presence in every moment, in every beat of the song. It was a reminder that love could transcend distance and time, weaving an invisible thread that connected them.

"Ik tera raasta,
Ik mera raasta,
Nahio rehana ve judaa."

He closed his eyes briefly, envisioning their paths merging once more. The hope of reconciliation flickered within him, igniting a spark of courage. The rain continued to fall, and he sang louder, pouring his heart into each note, determined to let go of the past and embrace what lay ahead.

As the final notes of the song faded into the hum of the engine, he felt a newfound resolve. The clouds, though heavy, could not dampen his spirit. The rain was cleansing, washing away the weight of his regret and leaving behind a sense of renewal. He was ready to face the future, whatever it might hold, knowing that love, even when tested, could still shine through the darkest storms.