Chapter 32 – A Letter Meant To Be Read
Some letters are written to heal.
Some to confess.
And some—to finally set something free.
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It had been a quiet Sunday.
Mehar was cleaning the study when she stumbled upon a locked wooden box buried beneath stacks of old notebooks. It was the one Aarav used to scribble song lyrics in during college—back when he was more of a dreamer and less of a man buried in deadlines.
She smiled at the memory. And then, curiosity got the best of her.
She opened it.
Inside, nestled between folded sheets and faded pages, was a sealed envelope with her name on it.
Not "Mehar."
But "To the girl I haven't met yet—but already love."
Her fingers froze.
It was dated five years ago.
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She sat by the window, unfolded the letter, and read.
> "They say you'll meet the love of your life when you least expect it. I don't know if that's true. All I know is, when I think about my future—I see your smile, even if I don't know it yet.
*Maybe you'll have messy hair and loud opinions. Or maybe you'll be quiet and mysterious. I don't care. I just hope you believe in magic, and music, and late-night talks.
*I'm writing this not because I've found you—but because I believe I will. And when I do, I want you to know...
I waited for you. I built myself for you. I've messed up, fallen, broken things—but I've kept one thing untouched—my love for you."
Mehar blinked through tears, tracing his old handwriting.
He didn't know her back then.
But somehow, he already felt her.
She folded the letter and held it to her chest.
Aarav walked in quietly, a towel over his shoulder. "What's that?"
She looked up, smiling.
"A love letter. From you. To the girl you hadn't met yet."
He laughed, slightly embarrassed. "God, I forgot I even wrote that."
"I didn't," she whispered. "Not anymore."
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That night, she wrote back.
> *Dear boy who hadn't met me yet,
I wish I could've told you sooner that your wait was worth it. That you didn't just find a girl who loved you—
You found a home.
I've seen your worst.
And loved you harder.
I've read your silence.
And answered it with laughter.
If this is love... I want every lifetime with you.*
Yours,
Mehar
She left it in his drawer.
Some words aren't meant to be said out loud.
Some love is too big for the world—
It belongs on paper, hidden in drawers, and locked in hearts.
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