Seni AI: # **THE LOVE NEVER MY** -- # **Unfinished Love** ## **Introduction** Love is often seen as something beautiful, pure, and mutual. But not all love stories have a happy ending. Some loves remain one-sided some remain unspoken, and some are simply never meant to be This is the story of Rehan a boy who loved with all his heart, and Holofira a girl who never knew what it meant to love. He prayed, he waited, he believed in destiny. But was his love ever returned? This is a story of silent heartbreak, patience, and the painful realization that some love stories remain unfinished. --- ## **The Beginning: Rehan & Holofira** It all started on college admission day. Rehan saw Holofira for the first time. He wasn’t instantly attracted to her, but something about her felt different. It was a strange feeling—one he couldn’t explain. But he ignored it. A few days later, the class arrangement list was released. Rehan saw the name Holofira.Was it the same girl? He wasn’t sure, but his heart raced at the thought. Then, fate intervened. The Holofira he had seen that day was indeed in his class. And just like that, an ordinary college year turned into a love story waiting to unfold. --- ## **The Silent Love** At first, Rehan admired her from a distance. He would steal glances in class, hoping their eyes would meet. And sometimes, they did. Rehan, lost in love, believed she liked him too.But for Holofira, those eye contacts were just accidents. From that day on, Rehan kept losing himself in her love. Instead of talking to her in class, he found her number from the class WhatsApp group and sent her a message. *"Hi."* Holofira, unaware of who he was, replied. For Rehan, that one reply was enough to light up his world. Holofira neither blocked him nor ignored him, but she never took the first step in conversation. It was always Rehan who kept the words flowing, trying to hold onto something that was slipping through his fingers. And then, the messages stopped. But Rehan’s love did not. --- ## **Is It Love or Just Kindness?** Time played its game. Holofira became friends with Rehan’s group. Suddenly, she was always around—laughing, talking, blending into his world. Rehan, however, remained shy. He never spoke much to her. But Holofira was a kind girl. She made sure to include everyone—even him. And that’s where Rehan made his mistake. He mistook her kindness for love Whenever she talked to another boy, he overthought. Does she like him? Is she just being friendly? Or… does she not like me at all? But Holofira was simply being herself—polite, friendly, effortlessly beautiful. **"Saari raat guzar jaati hai bas inhi hisaboan mein, Usko mohobbat thi? Nahi thi? Hai? Ya nahi hai?"** Then, reality struck. Holofira liked Punjabi boys. And also Rehan and Holofira were from different religions. His love had never even started, yet it had already lost. --- ## **The Pain of Letting Go** Rehan decided to distance himself. He stopped going to college except for exams. The boy who once couldn’t go a single day without seeing her was now forcing himself to stay away for months. But love is cruel. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t erase her from his heart. One evening, his phone buzzed. Why don’t you come to college anymore? It was Holofira. Rehan, trying to hide his pain, made up an excuse. But just that one message was enough to break him all over again. Slowly, he returned to college. This time, something had changed. Holofira started talking to him more. Their conversations stretched late into the night. The girl who once slept earlier now stayed up until 2 AM lost in words exchanged between them. Rehan thought, Maybe this time, she loves me too. But he was wrong. Holofira was just too kind to ignore him. She didn’t love him, but she also didn’t want to hurt him. Then, Holofira started ignoring him. She replied late to his messages. She answered in short replies—hmm,okay,yeah. Rehan felt hurt. He blamed himself Maybe if I never talked about religion, things would have been different. Months passed. Their conversations became less and less. Then, something unexpected happened. Holofira canceled her plans to leave for higher studies. Rehan was happy, but things were no longer the same. Their bond had weakened. Rehan, too, stopped going to college. When he did, he no longer looked at Holofira. But inside, his heart was breaking every day. --- ## **A Deeply Emotional Ending** Rehan and Holofira continued their college lives, walking the same hallways, breathing the same air—yet standing in different worlds. Rehan no longer tried to win her heart. He had accepted the truth, even if it still hurt. He learned to smile again, to live again. But deep inside, he knew some wounds never fully heal One evening, as their final year approached its end, Holofira stood alone near the campus garden, lost in thought. Rehan saw her from a distance. A part of him wanted to walk away. But another part—the one that still carried her name in his heart—took a step forward. Holofira, he called softly. She turned, surprised to see him. "Rehan?" A silence hung between them, filled with unspoken words, unshed tears, and memories that only one of them would carry forever. "I just wanted to say… thank you," Rehan said, his voice steady, though his heart was breaking all over again. For what?" she asked, confused. "For being a part of my story, even if it wasn’t the ending I once hoped for. Holofira lowered her gaze, sensing the weight of his words. She had never meant to hurt him, but sometimes, kindness is its own cruelty. Rehan exhaled, looking up at the evening sky. You know, I used to believe that love always needed a happy ending. But maybe some love stories aren’t meant to end with 'happily ever after.' Maybe they just… are." She nodded, not knowing what to say. Take care, Holofira,"Rehan whispered, stepping back. And then, for the first time, it was Holofira who watched him walk away. As he disappeared into the fading light, a strange emptiness settled inside her. Perhaps, in another life, she would have loved him. But in this one… she never would. Years passed. Rehan moved on in life, but he never stopped loving her. He never loved anyone else. And Holofira? She never forgot him. Even if it was never love, even if she never spoke about it there was a part of her that always remembered the boy who once loved her more than anything else in the world.* Because some people leave, but their love stays behind. Some love stories never get a perfect ending. But that doesn’t mean they weren’t beautiful. Somewhere in the echoes of time, in whispered prayers and unsaid words, their love still existed—unfinished, yet eternal. ## **Holofira’s Perspective: A Heart That Never Loved** Holofira had never been in love. She had always known how boys looked at her, how their voices softened when they spoke to her. She had always known. She knew what Rehan felt. And she wished he didn’t. Rehan was different. He wasn’t just another boy with a passing attraction. But she didn’t love him. She had always believed that when she loved, it would be forever. And she knew her love was not for Rehan. She ignored him—not because she wanted to hurt him, but because she knew he deserved someone who truly loved him back. She knew it was better to let go than to hold on to something that would never be. And yet… when she saw Rehan slowly walking away, something in her heart felt empty She didn’t love him. But maybe, in another life, she would have. ## **Rehan’s Last Message on Love** Love can happen at any time, with anyone. Sometimes, it happens after knowing someone, and sometimes, even before. In love, we don’t see caste, religion, or age. The heart just chooses. But if someone loves you and you don’t feel the same, don’t abandon them completely. The pain of losing someone isn’t as cruel as the pain of slowly drifting apart. Many people have fought religious and societal barriers to be together. And many have let love die because of them. If love is true, fight for it—but with your family’s blessing, not by betraying them. Love isn’t about the body; it’s about the soul. The body turns to dust after death, but the soul… the soul remains forever. # **The end**
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# **THE LOVE NEVER MY** -- # **Unfinished Love** ## **Introduction** Love is often seen as something beautiful, pure, and mutual. But not all love stories have a happy ending. Some loves remain one-sided some remain unspoken, and some are simply never meant to be This is the story of Rehan a boy who loved with all his heart, and Holofira a girl who never knew what it meant to love. He prayed, he waited, he believed in destiny. But was his love ever returned? This is a story of silent heartbreak, patience, and the painful realization that some love stories remain unfinished. --- ## **The Beginning: Rehan & Holofira** It all started on college admission day. Rehan saw Holofira for the first time. He wasn’t instantly attracted to her, but something about her felt different. It was a strange feeling—one he couldn’t explain. But he ignored it. A few days later, the class arrangement list was released. Rehan saw the name Holofira.Was it the same girl? He wasn’t sure, but his heart raced at the thought. Then, fate intervened. The Holofira he had seen that day was indeed in his class. And just like that, an ordinary college year turned into a love story waiting to unfold. --- ## **The Silent Love** At first, Rehan admired her from a distance. He would steal glances in class, hoping their eyes would meet. And sometimes, they did. Rehan, lost in love, believed she liked him too.But for Holofira, those eye contacts were just accidents. From that day on, Rehan kept losing himself in her love. Instead of talking to her in class, he found her number from the class WhatsApp group and sent her a message. *"Hi."* Holofira, unaware of who he was, replied. For Rehan, that one reply was enough to light up his world. Holofira neither blocked him nor ignored him, but she never took the first step in conversation. It was always Rehan who kept the words flowing, trying to hold onto something that was slipping through his fingers. And then, the messages stopped. But Rehan’s love did not. --- ## **Is It Love or Just Kindness?** Time played its game. Holofira became friends with Rehan’s group. Suddenly, she was always around—laughing, talking, blending into his world. Rehan, however, remained shy. He never spoke much to her. But Holofira was a kind girl. She made sure to include everyone—even him. And that’s where Rehan made his mistake. He mistook her kindness for love Whenever she talked to another boy, he overthought. Does she like him? Is she just being friendly? Or… does she not like me at all? But Holofira was simply being herself—polite, friendly, effortlessly beautiful. **"Saari raat guzar jaati hai bas inhi hisaboan mein, Usko mohobbat thi? Nahi thi? Hai? Ya nahi hai?"** Then, reality struck. Holofira liked Punjabi boys. And also Rehan and Holofira were from different religions. His love had never even started, yet it had already lost. --- ## **The Pain of Letting Go** Rehan decided to distance himself. He stopped going to college except for exams. The boy who once couldn’t go a single day without seeing her was now forcing himself to stay away for months. But love is cruel. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t erase her from his heart. One evening, his phone buzzed. Why don’t you come to college anymore? It was Holofira. Rehan, trying to hide his pain, made up an excuse. But just that one message was enough to break him all over again. Slowly, he returned to college. This time, something had changed. Holofira started talking to him more. Their conversations stretched late into the night. The girl who once slept earlier now stayed up until 2 AM lost in words exchanged between them. Rehan thought, Maybe this time, she loves me too. But he was wrong. Holofira was just too kind to ignore him. She didn’t love him, but she also didn’t want to hurt him. Then, Holofira started ignoring him. She replied late to his messages. She answered in short replies—hmm,okay,yeah. Rehan felt hurt. He blamed himself Maybe if I never talked about religion, things would have been different. Months passed. Their conversations became less and less. Then, something unexpected happened. Holofira canceled her plans to leave for higher studies. Rehan was happy, but things were no longer the same. Their bond had weakened. Rehan, too, stopped going to college. When he did, he no longer looked at Holofira. But inside, his heart was breaking every day. --- ## **A Deeply Emotional Ending** Rehan and Holofira continued their college lives, walking the same hallways, breathing the same air—yet standing in different worlds. Rehan no longer tried to win her heart. He had accepted the truth, even if it still hurt. He learned to smile again, to live again. But deep inside, he knew some wounds never fully heal One evening, as their final year approached its end, Holofira stood alone near the campus garden, lost in thought. Rehan saw her from a distance. A part of him wanted to walk away. But another part—the one that still carried her name in his heart—took a step forward. Holofira, he called softly. She turned, surprised to see him. "Rehan?" A silence hung between them, filled with unspoken words, unshed tears, and memories that only one of them would carry forever. "I just wanted to say… thank you," Rehan said, his voice steady, though his heart was breaking all over again. For what?" she asked, confused. "For being a part of my story, even if it wasn’t the ending I once hoped for. Holofira lowered her gaze, sensing the weight of his words. She had never meant to hurt him, but sometimes, kindness is its own cruelty. Rehan exhaled, looking up at the evening sky. You know, I used to believe that love always needed a happy ending. But maybe some love stories aren’t meant to end with 'happily ever after.' Maybe they just… are." She nodded, not knowing what to say. Take care, Holofira,"Rehan whispered, stepping back. And then, for the first time, it was Holofira who watched him walk away. As he disappeared into the fading light, a strange emptiness settled inside her. Perhaps, in another life, she would have loved him. But in this one… she never would. Years passed. Rehan moved on in life, but he never stopped loving her. He never loved anyone else. And Holofira? She never forgot him. Even if it was never love, even if she never spoke about it there was a part of her that always remembered the boy who once loved her more than anything else in the world.* Because some people leave, but their love stays behind. Some love stories never get a perfect ending. But that doesn’t mean they weren’t beautiful. Somewhere in the echoes of time, in whispered prayers and unsaid words, their love still existed—unfinished, yet eternal. ## **Holofira’s Perspective: A Heart That Never Loved** Holofira had never been in love. She had always known how boys looked at her, how their voices softened when they spoke to her. She had always known. She knew what Rehan felt. And she wished he didn’t. Rehan was different. He wasn’t just another boy with a passing attraction. But she didn’t love him. She had always believed that when she loved, it would be forever. And she knew her love was not for Rehan. She ignored him—not because she wanted to hurt him, but because she knew he deserved someone who truly loved him back. She knew it was better to let go than to hold on to something that would never be. And yet… when she saw Rehan slowly walking away, something in her heart felt empty She didn’t love him. But maybe, in another life, she would have. ## **Rehan’s Last Message on Love** Love can happen at any time, with anyone. Sometimes, it happens after knowing someone, and sometimes, even before. In love, we don’t see caste, religion, or age. The heart just chooses. But if someone loves you and you don’t feel the same, don’t abandon them completely. The pain of losing someone isn’t as cruel as the pain of slowly drifting apart. Many people have fought religious and societal barriers to be together. And many have let love die because of them. If love is true, fight for it—but with your family’s blessing, not by betraying them. Love isn’t about the body; it’s about the soul. The body turns to dust after death, but the soul… the soul remains forever. # **The end**
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