Broken Wings

Introduction — Broken Wings Love, when it first takes flight, believes itself immortal. It stretches its wings across unknown skies, fearless of storms, trusting only the wind that cradles two hearts. So it was for Ashok and Nazia — a pair so perfectly aligned that even fate watched them with envy. In the beginning, they soared. They built dreams out of borrowed starlight, promises whispered into soft nights, and the certainty that life would always keep them side by side. He admired her fire. She worshipped his strength. Together, they were unstoppable,a force that defied gravity itself. But no flight remains effortless forever. Success, that beautiful and cruel companion, arrived uninvited and stood between them. It lifted one higher while leaving the other battling heavy winds. Ambition, once shared, split into two directions. Her talent was vibrant, but slow to bloom. His achievements came swiftly — too swiftly for her heart to accept with grace. Love began to feel like a competition. Jealousy crept in first — quiet, invisible, almost tender in its early sting. Then came comparison, resentment, and the haunting fear of being left behind. Every accomplishment he celebrated felt like criticism to her. Every tear she shed felt like guilt to him. Their home, once filled with laughter and art, grew silent — a battlefield camouflaged as domestic life. They fought not with weapons, but with words that wounded deeper than blades. They forgot the joy that once made them fearless. They blinded each other with pain. And when love tried to speak, pride silenced it. When forgiveness knocked, ego bolted the door. They had flown too high, too fast, without learning how to land. And so, when the fall came, it was devastating. Not a graceful descent, but a crash — a shattering of trust, a fracture of identity, a destruction of dreams they once guarded together. Now they stand apart, bruised and silent, wings no longer strong enough to lift them. Each remembers the sky they once owned, and each carries the pieces of a love that could have been eternal… …if only they had remembered to hold on to each other instead of clutching tightly to their own fears.