“Tere hi liye, tujhse hu juda”
“Jannatein kahan binn hue fanna”

The imaginary choir in her head hummed the song again and again like a broken record; humming that got louder with every step that she took further away from him.He was livid, at her, and suddenly, it was a good thing.
‘Another success!’, she said to herself and with each word that left her mouth, a tear fell silently, becoming a martyr in this war of love and life; of pain and gain.

She had to walk away.
From him.
For him.