False promises sound beautiful at first—like poetry whispered in the dark—but they rot with time. You said “I’ll stay” as if words had bones, as if keh dena hi nibhaana hota hai. Main ne yaqeen kiya, kyun ke tumhari baaton mein sach ka lehja tha, ya shayad meri zaroorat zyada thi. Promises were made like prayers, par jab imtihaan aaya, tum ghaib ho gaye. Jhooti tasalliyan, aadhi mohabbat, aur poore khwaab—yeh hi toh tha jo mila. You don’t break people by leaving, you break them by promising a forever you never planned to keep. Kuch waaday sirf dil behlane ke liye hote hain, aur kuch log sirf us waqt sach lagte hain jab tak unhe rehna na pade. Ab samajh aaya—lafzon ka bojh uthana har kisi ke bas ki baat nahi hoti, aur har “trust me” ke peeche wafaa nahi hoti.
