The boutique was bathed in a soft, amber light, casting a tranquil glow over the neatly arranged fabrics and sewing tools. Noor sat at her workstation, her gaze fixed intently on the delicate threads weaving through the fabric. Each stitch was meticulous as if every needle prick carried love in her veins.

Her hands moved with practised ease, but her eyes betrayed a storm of emotions held beneath the surface. She sewed his face into the fabric, capturing every contour and expression. The smile that still lit up her world, the intensity in his eyes were all there, frozen in time, but now for someone else.

"Kad tak karoge, Didi, eh sab?" The voice of Parminder interrupted her reverie. ( "Till when will you do this, sister?" )

Noor looked up, her expression unreadable, as if guarding a secret buried deep within "Jad tak ohnu yaad nahi aundi ke mein usde dil haan." she murmured, her words carrying a hint of melancholy. ( "Until he remembers that I am in his heart.")

With a final, deliberate stitch, she completed the portrait. Her fingers lingered on the fabric, tracing the outline of his face. The cloth now held more than just a likeness; it held a story of love, loss, and a longing for what once was.

As she gently caressed the embroidered image, a faint smile tugged at her lips-a smile tinged with both sadness and determination.