In a peaceful valley lived a couple named Maya and Arjun. Arjun was a man of many beautiful words. Every morning, he would tell Maya, 'You are the light of my life,' and 'I cannot live without you.' To anyone listening, they seemed like the perfect couple. But Maya felt a strange emptiness in her heart.
She noticed that whenever Arjun spoke these sweet words, his eyes were always wandering. He would look at the garden, the clock, or his books, but never truly into her eyes. His words were like polished stones—shiny on the outside, but cold to the touch. One evening, Maya fell ill with a heavy fever. Arjun sat by her side and spoke eloquently about how much he cared for her, using the most poetic language. Yet, he didn't reach out to hold her hand or look at her with genuine concern. He was physically there, but his soul was miles away. Maya realized that while his lips were full of love, his heart was absent. Her eyes searched for the man she loved, but all they found was a stranger wearing his voice. She felt the ache of being lonely even when someone was right beside her.
