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The pain of when Rafiq pulled away… I still remember it like it was yesterday. My world turned upside down. My happiness disappeared. My sanity slipped away. I begged him for answers.. any explanation, any closure, but I got nothing. Just silence. I couldn’t understand how everything between us could feel so good, and then suddenly change. How I could go from feeling casual about him to sobbing in pain because of him. None of it made sense. I had no answers. I had no control.

Rafiq and I started having some issues. I began expressing how hurt I felt by his lack of initiation, how it left me feeling unwanted. My complaints piled up, until one night, he finally responded. He told me that because of all my complaints, he had started to lose interest in me. That one line felt like a gut punch. I still remember that night. I didn’t sleep at all. My body was in full-blown anxiety, my mind spiraling in every direction. I regretted everything. Regretted s

It happened. We confessed. He told me he felt the same and then he said more. He admitted he had felt this way for a long time. I was completely taken by surprise. He was aware that he shouldn't be feeling this way. He took my husband as his own brother. He tried his best to remain loyal to him. But Rafiq couldn't hold in what he had been feeling for me. He started liking me a year prior, but never gave me even a hint about it. Until I went to Pakistan and fell for him myself

I was falling in love, and I didn't know how to hold it in anymore. It had only been a few days and I didn't understand how this was happening to me. The friendly hangouts continued and I acted normal on the surface, but inside I was filled with anxiety, shock, and so many unspoken feelings. What was once playful and surface-level suddenly began sinking deeper into my body. I kept trying to figure out what Rafiq was feeling- if he felt anything at all for me. I couldn't read

I wasn't supposed to fall in love. Not in three days. And definitely not with him. Rafiq- I have known him for years. He is my husband's cousin. While my husband and I were living our lives in the USA. Rafiq was 7,000 miles away in Pakistan, yet he was always a constant in our family circle. For years, he existed in the background of my life. We’d spent years like that; casually checking in, exchanging memes, laughing at the randomness of life. I was always fond of him. He wa

Sometimes in life, we’re so sure we’ve made the right decision; so sure that the outcome has to reflect that. Right? Wrong. I thought I had done all the thinking, all the re-thinking. I thought I had covered every angle. I was convinced that this man whom I was married to was my end game. That nothing could ever shake what I felt. But then one day, without warning, something in my heart flipped. And I didn’t understand it. I didn't understand why I felt differently. Towards m

I met my husband in my 20s, in a small city tucked somewhere in the heart of the U.S. We fell in love fast. The kind of love they write about in novels and script into movies; soft, sweeping, and cinematic. It felt like a dream unfolding in real life. And for once, I didn’t overthink it. I’ve always been the kind of girl who pauses at every decision, weighing every option a hundred times. But with him, I didn’t need to. I was sure, infact certain that he was my forever. That