✦ Prologue ✦

(Unnamed POV)

She didn’t say a word before leaving.

No complaints. No explanations.

Just one last look —A look that carried every year, every memory,

every vow we never said aloud. And me?

I just stood there, watching her walk away. Maybe this was my punishment.

She left…

But somehow, she still lives inside me. Every corner of this house still smells like her, Still carries her laughter in silence.

I exist here… but I’m not alive.

It’s been 9 years.

I wonder…Did she ever look at the sky and think of me too?

Did her silence ever whisper my name back?

(Second person POV )

I’m here — sitting in a political meeting…

With people clapping, some debating, some staring.

But I… I’m not even listening.

My mind — stuck in a time loop.

My eyes — searching for a face they haven’t seen in 9 years.

I still remember the last time I saw her. The way she screamed my name…

"Junaid! Junaid!"

Like a dua… Like a heartbreak carved into the air.

How do I tell her...That if there’s one thing I ever loved more than her,

It was my name on her lips.

Junaid.

Tap.

A hand on my shoulder brings me back.

“Sir, the meeting is over… shall we proceed to the next location?”

I nod, fixing the shawl over my white kurta-pyjama.

Behind me, twenty people walk in silent respect.

Power in every step.

But none of them know —

That the strongest man here…

Is still broken by a girl

Whose dupatta once brushed his arm in a tuition class.

I sit in the car.

The door shuts.

I close my eyes.

And I whisper —"Where are you… Mehru?"

Who is Mehru, and why did she leave?

What happened 9 years ago that silenced love?

Why does the unnamed person never speak her name — but still can’t forget her?

And why does Junaid, with all his power, still pray for a girl who was never his?

✨ To find out…

Join me in this hauntingly beautiful, painfully raw journey of broken prayers, unsaid love, and unforgettable souls.

“Because some stories aren’t written to be perfect — they’re written to be remembered.”