IT is a one-sided love story, two people are caged in an unwanted marriage, for 3 years, good things change and their feelings, after they come to the end of it.
"IT WILL CHANGE, IT WILL Set you free, it will set me free from this improbable pain" h...
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Since the divorce, Jank had thrown himself into his work with a relentless intensity. He spent long hours at the office, immersing himself in projects and business deals, hoping to drown out the emptiness that had settled in his heart. His physical and emotional state took a toll as a result.
The once vibrant and energetic man had become a shadow of his former self. Dark circles framed his eyes, and his usually robust frame had grown leaner from skipped meals and restless nights.
Jank's daily routine had become a mechanical cycle of work and solitude. He would wake up early, often after a night of fitful sleep, his mind heavy with dreams of Jemre and the life he had envisioned. Mornings were spent in his office, where he buried himself in paperwork, meetings, and endless conference calls. The distraction work provided was fleeting, a temporary balm for the pain that gnawed at him constantly.
The evenings were the hardest. The silence of his home, once filled with her laughter and warmth, was now a cold reminder of his loneliness. Jank would often sit in his study, a glass of whiskey in hand, staring at the photos of her. He missed the little things the most: the way Jemre would wrinkle her nose when she was deep in thought, the soft murmur of her voice as she read her favourite books.
The silence that had followed their separation was suffocating, a stark reminder of the void she had left behind. He missed her presence, her laughter, and even their arguments, which now seemed trivial in comparison to the aching loneliness that enveloped him.
His physical health mirrored his emotional decline. The rigorous exercise regimen he once followed had fallen by the wayside. His muscular frame had lost its definition, and his clothes hung loosely on him. His mother often commented on his appearance, her eyes brimming with concern. Seniz would cook his favorite meals, hoping to tempt his appetite, but more often than not, Jank would pick at his food, his thoughts elsewhere.
Agah tried to engage him in conversations about business and the new projects, but Jank's responses were always monosyllabic and distracted. His parents, observing their son's gradual decline, were deeply worried. His mother often voiced her concerns, her eyes filled with unspoken fears. His father, though less vocal, shared the same worry, often suggesting that Jank take a break or find some joy outside of work. Despite their efforts, Jank remained distant, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of Jemre.
His parents' worry was palpable, and it pained him to see the lines of stress etched deeper into their faces. Yet, despite their concern, he couldn't bring himself to open up about the depth of his despair.
Adding to the familial concern was Jank's aunt Leila who took it upon herself to find him a new wife. She paraded various suitable candidates before him, each more eager than the last. Yet, Jank couldn't muster any interest. The idea of moving on felt impossible, as if acknowledging someone new would erase the memories he held so dearly. His aunt's attempts to find him a new wife were both irritating and disheartening. Each new suggestion felt like an insult to Jemre's memory. There was no one Compared to her. He couldn't and didn't want to see a future with anyone else, not when his soul still longed for Jemre.
