The love beyond words .part 2

"When he grew up and turned sixteen, he was the son of a king. Their kingdom had a tradition where they would have gardens with fruits and other beautiful places. He would often stroll through these gardens. One day, at noon, he saw her and was immediately smitten. He fainted and lay unconscious for two hours. When he opened his eyes, her head was in his lap.

When he regained consciousness after two hours, he greeted her and asked how she was doing. She replied that she was fine and asked who he was and what he was doing there. He introduced himself, and she told him that if he could accept her for who she was, then it would be fine; otherwise, she would leave.

When he saw her beauty, he knew he couldn't resist marrying her."

When the girl left, Saiful Malook's world came crashing down. He automatically fainted again, his body succumbing to the overwhelming emotions that had taken hold of him. For at least two hours, he lay motionless, his loved ones worried sick about his condition. When he finally came to, he looked pale and worried, his eyes sunken and his skin clammy.

His mother was beside herself with concern, asking him repeatedly what was wrong, but Saiful Malook just shook his head and lay down on the bed. He couldn't put into words the feelings that were swirling inside him. He couldn't explain the way his heart felt like it was breaking, or the way his entire being ached with longing.

Days passed, and Saiful Malook's condition didn't improve. He barely ate or slept, his mind consumed by thoughts of the mysterious girl. His mother grew more and more worried, finally deciding to take him to see a doctor. But when they arrived at the doctor's office, they found that the doctor wasn't available.

Instead, they met a Maulvi, a wise and learned religious scholar who listened attentively as Saiful Malook's mother described her son's symptoms. The Maulvi nodded thoughtfully, his eyes twinkling with understanding.

"Your son is not suffering from any physical illness," the Maulvi said gently. "He is suffering from a wound in his heart. The arrow of love has pierced his heart, and it is causing him great pain."

Saiful Malook's mother looked at him in surprise, but the Maulvi's words resonated deeply with Saiful Malook himself. He knew that the Maulvi was right – he had never felt this way before, and he couldn't shake the feeling that his life would never be the same again.

The Maulvi's diagnosis added a poetic touch to the narrative, highlighting the depth of Saiful Malook's emotions. It was clear that he was deeply affected by his encounter with the mysterious girl, and that his feelings would take time to heal.

As Saiful Malook lay in bed, he couldn't help but think of the girl. Who was she? Where did she come from? And why did she have such a profound effect on him? He knew that he had to find her, to see her again and to understand the feelings that were swirling inside him.

But for now, he was trapped in his own world, a world of longing and desire. He could only hope that somehow, someway, he would find a way to be with the girl again, and that his heart would finally find

After Saiful Malook recovered from his illness, he couldn't shake off the memories of the fairy he had met. He was deeply in love with her, but he knew that their worlds were far apart. As a human, he couldn't possibly reach out to her, and yet, he couldn't help but think of her every waking moment.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, but Saiful Malook's longing for the fairy only grew stronger. He would often wander around, lost in thought, wondering if he would ever see her again. One day, as he was walking through a deserted path, he met an old woman. She looked wise and kind, and Saiful Malook felt drawn to her.

He approached the old woman and told her about his problem. He explained how he had met the fairy and how he couldn't stop thinking about her. The old woman listened attentively, her eyes filled with understanding and compassion. When Saiful Malook finished speaking, she nodded thoughtfully and began to tell him a story.

"There is a place not far from here," she said, "a pond where fairies come to bathe. If you want to meet the fairy again, you should go to that pond and try to find her there." Saiful Malook's heart skipped a beat as he listened to the old woman's words. Could it be true? Could he really meet the fairy again if he went to the pond?

The old woman's words gave Saiful Malook new hope. He felt a surge of determination and excitement, and he knew that he had to follow her advice. He thanked the old woman and set out towards the pond, his heart filled with anticipation and longing.

As he walked, Saiful Malook couldn't help but think about the fairy. He wondered what she would be like, whether she would remember him, and what would happen if they met again. His mind was filled with questions and doubts, but he knew that he had to take the risk.

Finally, after what seemed like hours of walking, Saiful Malook reached the pond. It was a beautiful place, surrounded by trees and flowers, and the water sparkled like diamonds in the sunlight. Saiful Malook sat down on the edge of the pond, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of the fairy.

He waited for what felt like an eternity, but he didn't see anyone. Just as he was about to give up, he heard a faint splashing sound coming from the water. He looked up, and his heart skipped a beat as he saw the fairy emerging from the pond, her wings glistening with water droplets.

Saiful Malook's journey had just taken a new turn, and he was about to find out if his love for the fairy would be reciprocated or not. Would he be able to win her heart, or would their worlds prove to be too different? Only time would tell.