Night brings many stories to people's lives.
Some dream that night, some fall asleep peacefully next to their loved ones that night.
But for Mehreen, night meant a strange loneliness.
That evening, dark clouds gathered in the sky. The air was gradually getting colder. After a while, it rained.
Raindrops fell on the window pane and started making a thumping sound.
Mehreen was sitting on the corner of the bed. The phone was on the table in front of her.
She was picking up the phone and putting it down again.
She felt like Rashed might call now.
Maybe he would say, "I'm coming."
But time was passing.
The hands of the clock were slowly ticking, but the phone was silent.
Mehreen slowly went to the window and stood.
Raindrops were rolling down the glass. The distant street lights were blurring.
This scene had become very familiar to her.
Because she spent many nights standing by the window like this.
Suddenly she remembered that day—the day Rashed first told her he loved her.
That day they were sitting in a small park in the city.
Rashed had said—
"You are very important in my life."
Mehreen had smiled shyly at that time.
She believed those words.
She felt—she could spend the rest of her life with this man.
But today, after all this time, remembering those words made her chest ache slightly.
Because reality and dreams are not the same thing.
The rain was falling harder.
Cold air was entering the room through the window.
Mehreen slowly sat up in bed.
She felt—this room had become very big today.
And she was alone in that big room.
Very alone.
A question kept going around in her head—
"Am I really a part of his life?"
Or just a secret story?
She couldn't find an answer to this question.
Suddenly, tears flowed from her eyes.
She was trying to stop crying, but she couldn't.
There are some tears that people can't stop even if they want to.
Because those tears don't just come from the eyes—they come from the heart as well.
Mehreen started crying, hiding her face in the pillow.
There's no one to see these tears.
There's no one to hear these tears.
Only the sound of rain outside.
And the sound of a heart breaking alone inside.
That night, she didn't sleep very long.
Before she went to sleep, a strange thought came to her mind.
Maybe the story of her life is different.
Maybe in this story, she will have to walk a long way alone.
But how long that path is—
she doesn't know yet.