Days were passing slowly but beautifully.
Zavian & Mahek were now in a halal bond 7 every little moment between them felt special.
They didn’t talk all the time but when they did it was soft, random, full of care. A "Did you eat?" or a "How was your day?" could make both of them smile.
Mahek was focusing on her studies. Zavian never disturbed her instead, he supported her with gentle reminders to take breaks, drink water & sleep well.
On the other side, Zavian was busy too but deep down, he was focused on something even more important.
He had quietly started the process of getting a visa. He wanted to go to his wife.
To sit beside her. To hold her hand. To live the life he always dreamed of.
Every night they would talk, sometimes for hours, sometimes just for a few minutes.
But every time, it felt peaceful.
They spoke about little dreams
They laughed.
They prayed.
They waited, together.
Time wasn’t rushing but it wasn’t still either. It was moving, softly just like their love.
Zavian’s POV:
I was focused on my work, trying to build a life she deserves.
Trying to make things easier for her, for us but inside, I was restless.
Every time I talk to her, I feel it, this ache, this distance between us.
I want to be with her not on a screen, not over a call but with her. In the same room. Breathing the same air as her.
She’s facing so much & even if she says she’s fine, I know she’s not always okay. She’s strong but still she’s alone & I hate that.
Whether she needs me or not, I need to be there.
To support her.
To cry with her when she breaks down.
To laugh with her when she’s being silly.
To hold her hand when words fail.
To just be her person.
This distance, it sucks. It makes everything harder than it should be but I know We’ll fight it, for us...
People say love is easy. Come on, man ask us.
This long distance thing, it sucks. It’s not just the miles, it’s everything we miss in those miles.
We can’t hold each other’s hands when we need support.
We can’t wipe each other’s tears when it gets too heavy.
We can’t hug when the heart breaks a little.
We can’t sit together after a long day & just be.
It sucks, really.
We can't celebrate the small wins, the tiny joys. We can’t make chai together when it rains.
We can’t even fight properly not without feeling more alone after.
I don’t want grand things, I just want to be with her. To celebrate her every little happiness.
To see her laugh & know it’s because of me. To sit beside her & adore her, quietly.
To just breathe in the same air as her.
You know, when I look at her sometimes broken, sometimes smiling, I just want this distance to end. It eats me up inside. There are nights I feel completely alone. I feel anxious, lost & in those moments, I need her. I just want her beside me but how?
She wants to come to me too. To be with me but she can’t & it hurts, it hurts both of us.
Sometimes when I panic when my anxiety hits hard, she cries too. Why?
Because she can’t hold my hand. She can’t hug me. She can’t make it stop.
And it sucks.
And sometimes, when she says,
“Zavian, I need you”
I tell her,
“I’m here with you”
But she looks at me through that screen & says,
“No, you’re not here”
It breaks something inside me. It cracks a part of me every time.
This distance, it’s cruel but even in all this pain, I know one thing for sure
She’s mine & I’ll do whatever it takes to end this distance, for her, for us...
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Mahek’s POV
I’m a girl & maybe the one reading this is a girl too. So you’ll understand what I’m about to say.
And even if you’re not, even boys, the good ones they’ll get it too.
You know that feeling…
When we step out dressed nicely, confident but there are those eyes.
The kind of stares that make your skin crawl. That make you feel uncomfortable.
Disgusting...
Every girl has faced them & so have I.
Those typical men with their filthy, shameless gazes… You want to look away but even that doesn’t stop them.
And in those moments, I just wish my Zavian was with me.
My husband.
My safe space.
My protection.
Because I know…
If he’s standing next to me even if he doesn’t say a word those eyes would drop.
His presence alone would shield me. His hand in mine would make me feel...
Brave.
Strong.
Untouchable.
I want to hold his hand & feel secure. Like no one can harm me. Like no one dares to make me feel uncomfortable.
Because with him…
I am seen with respect, not stares.
With love, not lust.
With dignity, not discomfort.
That’s what a husband is.
And that’s what my Zavian is, to me.
Sometimes when I see couples out together smiling, talking, enjoying the small joys of life I miss my Zavian.
I want to be with him. I want to do those simple things with him too. This long-distance thing,
it honestly sucks.
But I don’t tell him that because I know he’ll get worried &he already hides so much from me.
Like that time, he got into an accident. His shoulder was broken. His fingers were broke & I didn’t even know.
You know when I found out? After he recovered.
Yeah.
He healed & then told me. Like what the hell?
I swear…
I could’ve slapped him through the phone if I could.
And yeah, I called him a bitch & I’ll call him that again.
Because I can, only I can.
He’s not just my husband. He’s my best friend.
My partner my soul.
My everything.
So yeah, I can call him bitch with love in my heart & tears in my eyes because that idiot almost got himself killed & didn’t even tell me.
I hate that he hides his pain from me. I hate that I’m not there to take care of him. I hate this distance.
But I love him.
God, I love him so much...
And when I miss him, I miss everything his voice, his hands, his weird jokes, the way he says "Mahi, Chanda" .
I miss just being around him.
That’s why, one day soon I’ll be there.
I’ll be with him & maybe I’ll still call him bitch but this time, with a kiss on his forehead.
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Zavian was sitting in his room, the video call open on his phone & he was working on his laptop.
Mahek was sitting on the other side of the screen, silently adoring her husband while sipping her chai.
She got bored & said,
"Zavian, bs b kro"
(Zavian, stop now please)
He looked at her with a gentle smile & replied,
"Bs thora sa reh gaya, begum"
(Just a little is left, wifey)
She rolled her eyes playfully,
"Kaam na ho gya, meri sautan ho gya"
(This work has become a rival wife of mine now)
Zavian laughed softly, leaned a little toward the screen & said,
"I love you, meri pyari begum sahiba"
Mahek blushed & said,
"Peechy ho k baat krein ap"
(Lean back when you talk like that)
He smiled & raised his eyebrow,
"Seriously?"
She laughed a little & nodded.
Zavian leaned back into his chair, still smiling. His fingers paused on the keyboard for a moment.
"Bs ho gya kaam. Ab sirf meri begum"
(Work’s done. Now, only my wife matters)
Mahek smiled gently, holding her cup in both hands.
"Good because I was planning to keep you to myself for the rest of the evening"
She teased, sipping slowly.
Zavian looked at her & softly said,
"You already have all of me, Mahi" he paused then added
"I belong to you in every moment"
Mahek lowered her eyes with a soft smile.
Then she suddenly remembered something & said excitedly,
"Zavian You remember the day we first talked properly?"
He smiled,
"Of course I do. You were nervous like anything but still trying to act all confident"
Mahek laughed,
"That was confidence"
He smiled, looking straight into her eyes & said:
"That was cuteness"
They both paused letting that memory warm the air between them.
Zavian said,
"You know what? Let’s do something crazy one day"
Mahek raised her brows, curious,
"Like what?"
He said,
"Let’s recreate our first meeting, dress the same, talk the same way, act all nervous again"
She laughed,
"And you’ll fall in love with me again?"
He smiled, eyes locked on hers,
"I never stopped"
Mahek's heart softened completely.
"This distance might be hard but this love feels so worth it"
Zavian nodded.
Outside their windows, the sky had darkened, the city lights flickered on & the call continued full of dreams, stories & two souls who found home in each other.
It was late at night. The city outside had gone quiet, lights dimmed & everything was resting
Except for two hearts, still connected through the soft glow of a screen.
Zavian lay on his bed, phone resting against a pillow, his face calm but eyes full of love.
On the other side, Mahek was wrapped in her blanket, hair tied up, no makeup, sleepy eyes & to Zavian, she looked like the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
"Sona nai?" he asked, voice low & gentle.
(Not sleeping yet?)
She shook her head.
"I don’t feel like it maybe I’ll fall asleep listening to your voice"
Zavian smiled.
"Then let me tell you something" he said, adjusting slightly.
"Kya?" (What?)
Mahek asked, eyes half closed already.
Zavian looked at her on the screen tired, his whole world.
"One day," he began,
"I’ll hold you in my arms, you’ll fall asleep on my chest & I’ll whisper stories, till you sleep"
She smiled & said,
"Then I want to hear those stories every night"
He chuckled softly.
"Deal. One story a night, till we grow old & grey even when you forget them, I’ll keep telling them"
Mahek’s lips curved into a sleepy smile.
She yawned softly.
"Zavian" she whispered, eyes almost shut now.
"Hmm?"
"I love you. Like really, really love you"
His voice dropped softer than before.
"I know, jaan. I feel it in every breath you take"
She finally closed her eyes. Zavian kept watching her, not cutting the call. Just watching her sleep.
He whispered:
"Goodnight, Chanda one day, I’ll be right beside you"
"I love you more than words can ever say. Sleep peacefully"
Mahek said in sleepy voice,
"I wish I was falling asleep on your chest tonight"
Zavian whispered,
"One day you will, every night. Just hold on a little more"
Mahek said like a baby,
"Promise me you won’t stop loving me, even when I annoy you"
Zavian smiled,
"Never. Even if you don’t talk to me, even if you fight with me, I’ll still love you"
Mahek said,
"Uff stop it I’ll cry"
"Zavian I love you"
Zavian smiled,
"I love you more"
The screen dimmed slowly as both stared at each other one last time for the night. A peaceful silence wrapped around them, no more words needed, just soft smiles, tired eyes & hearts filled with love.
On both sides of the screen, phones were placed gently on pillows. The world outside was quiet. And inside those two hearts there was warmth, peace & a soft longing that promised reunion soon.
Distance...
it’s not just miles or maps
it’s the empty seat beside me
when I need your hand to hold.
It’s the silence
after a long day,
where your voice should be
saying, “I’m here”
It’s when I cry quietly
because I can’t cry on your shoulder,
And you ask, “Are you okay?”
knowing I’ll lie,
because what can you do from so far?
Distance is
watching the moon & wondering
if you’re watching it too.
It's whispering "goodnight" to a screen,
when all I want
is to fall asleep in your arms.
But still..
no matter how far you are,
no matter how long it takes...
I’ll wait.
Because the day this distance ends,
I'll run into your arms
And never let go again.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Stay tuned for the next part...🤍📚
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