Karachi (Romance Stories Online) — What happens when loss drives one man into temptation—and a mysterious wardrobe drags him back into the arms of the woman he once forgot?
Oliver stirred his coffee as the morning mist curled around the café terrace. The bitterness of the brew matched the emptiness in his chest. He glanced at the street: grey asphalt glistened from last night’s rain, the tang of ozone still heavy. He took a sip and watched people pass, each one carrying stories he no longer felt part of.
Then she appeared. A girl – maybe early twenties – bright red umbrella spinning open like a challenge. On its canopy bold letters: “FOLLOW ME.” It caught Oliver’s attention like a beacon. His heart jolted. He set his cup down with a clink.
“Excuse me,” his phone buzzed. He glanced: it was his wife, Scarlet, calling for the third time this morning. He hesitated. But he didn’t answer. The red umbrella moved ahead, gliding across the pavement. Without thinking, Oliver rose and followed.
The umbrella led him to an antique wardrobe standing incongruously in the middle of the street. Carved mahogany doors shone under the dull street‑lights. Lipstick script on one panel: “I’m in here.” The scent of old wood hit him, musty and sacred. He touched the cold brass handle.
His phone buzzed again: Scarlet’s name blinking. He ignored it. He opened the wardrobe doors. A pair of bulky hands reached out and dragged him in. The wood smelled of old regrets. The doors slammed shut. His heart pounded like a drum in the silence.
Then: “Wow. Hell. This. You people are so annoying I always have to fix your problems.” The voice was familiar. Harsh. Bitter. Scarlet.
“Darling, I’m sorry.” His own voice cracked. “Scarlet… I know I haven’t been home for nights. I was working. I was busy.”
She stood just inside the wardrobe’s interior—impossibly there—her eyes wet, cheeks flushed. The wood around her shimmered as if the wardrobe itself were a mirror of their marriage.
“I can’t stand this anymore,” she said, voice low, tremoring. “I miss you.”
“Are you… mocking me?” he asked, dread lodging in his throat.
“No. Of course not. I wouldn’t dare. I love you, Scarlet. Please, give me one last chance.” He stepped forward, heart in his throat.
She remained still, arms folded. “I prepared all of this for you,” she said. “Dinner. A house. Just you and me. But I think I’m empty‑handed now.”
Oliver’s throat went dry. He shook his head. “What’s this? Please stop.”
She looked away at the wardrobe walls, the carved wood swirling around them. “I already asked you five times. You just sign it. That’s all I want from you.”
“Sign it?” He whispered, confusion and hurt mixing in his voice.
She turned, tears glimmering. “You adore me, you said.” Her voice was brittle. “Do you really think I would believe you?”
Oliver swallowed. “I understand. Yes… you’re right.”
“It will take a long time for you to forgive me,” she said, voice dropping to a whisper. “I can’t stand listening to all of this—it’s all between us. So you just sign it, okay?”
He closed his eyes, remembering how they used to laugh until dawn, how he used to run his hand through her hair. He felt loss, and longing, and a fierce urge to make it right.
“Scarlet, please, be honest with me. Do you still love me?”
She stepped forward. The wardrobe creaked. “I… I don’t want to. Even a little.”
His heart shattered. He could taste the sharp sting of betrayal. “Why are you asking all of this?” he forced out.
“Because I remember how happy we used to be,” he said, voice trembling. “And I want to bring all of this back. I don’t want to lose you.”
She looked at him—really looked. “But if this is the end for you… of course I will do whatever you want.” A single tear slid down her cheek.
“Scarlet, my love—please…” He opened his arms; the wardrobe around them seemed to fade. “Will you be my wife again? And this time it will be different. I promise you.” His voice was raw.
“Yes… sir.” Her whisper caught in the wood’s silence.
He exhaled, relief and hope flooding. “I don’t even know what to say.”
She shook her head. “Thank you. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me. You opened my eyes—and more important—you opened my heart.”
He stepped toward her, pulled her close. He felt her warmth again, the familiar scent of her perfume. The wardrobe doors swung open behind them, revealing the street and the red umbrella gone. The grey mist was lifting.
“I will… and I will never forget this.”
Outside, the damp sidewalk glistened under a pale sun. They walked out together, hands linked, each step echoing a rebirth of what they once had. The bitterness of the coffee, the storm of the night, the haunting furniture—all behind them now.
And in forward motion, they moved toward hope.
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