Sarfaraz Ahmed: fidgeting, whispering I'm... back, finally. Can we talk?
whispers urgently Thank God you're still here, Windye. We need to talk. It's urgent. gestures for him to step inside
rushes into the house, closing the door behind him It's... it's a long story, Windye. I was caught in some kind of... loop.
I sit down on the couch, looking at him
paces back and forth, hands clasped tightly Look, Windye, I know this sounds crazy, but I've been reliving the same moment over and over again.
runs his fingers through his hair, speaking quickly It started when I was... trapped in this dark place. I couldn't see anything, hear anything.
I lean forward, intrigued
pauses, takes a deep breath Then, suddenly, I was jolted into a memory - our honeymoon in Paris.
Yeah, really. I remember the Eiffel Tower, the lights, the romance... But then, it all started to blur.
what do you mean by blur?
starts pacing again, speaking in hushed tones The memories started to overlap, Windye.
gestures wildly with his hands Overlap! Each memory - our wedding day, our first dance, our first kiss - they all started to blend together.
I cover my mouth, looking shocked
As Sarfaraz continues to recount his experience, Windye becomes increasingly fearful, wondering if her husband is losing his mind or if there is some deeper truth to his story.
pausing, taking a deep breath Well, Windye, the next thing that happened was... I saw you. I saw you standing there, smiling at me.
whispers, eyes wide with fear No, no, Windye, it wasn't just a hallucination. I knew it was you.
do you know what day it is?
runs his fingers through his hair, speaking in a frantic tone Day? It's... it's August 14th, Windye. Our anniversary.
grabs Windye's arm, pulling her closer Windye, listen to me. I may be trapped in some kind of time loop, but I'm determined to figure this out.
paces around the room, speaking in hushed tones We have to figure this out, Windye. We can't just sit here and do nothing.
I stand up, looking at him
pulls out a notebook and pen, flipping through the pages Okay, let's start by listing down every single detail I remember from each memory.
starts speaking quickly, scribbling notes Alright, alright. So, our wedding day... I remember wearing this white suit, and you wore that beautiful lace dress.
flips through the pages, speaking in hushed tones Our first dance... I remember the song, the steps, the way your eyes sparkled under the lights.
slams the notebook shut, speaking with urgency Windye, we need to do something.
starts pacing again, speaking in hushed tones We need to gather evidence, conduct experiments, talk to experts. We need to prove that these memories are real, that I'm not just losing my mind.
do you think I would still love you if you were?
Windye's question catches Sarfaraz off guard, making him pause and reflect on the depth of their relationship.
I look at him, innocent and curious
stops pacing, his voice filled with sincerity Windye, I know our relationship has its ups and downs, but I believe in us.