Keshav and Panchami sat on a bench overlooking the city, watching the sunset paint the sky with hues of orange and pink. Panchami's eyes were red-rimmed, and her voice trembled as she spoke.
"Panch, what's wrong?" Keshav asked, concern etched on his face.
Panchami took a deep breath before speaking. "I have to leave him, Keshav. My family is pressuring me to end the relationship because he's not the right guy for me. And society... well, they think I'm too young to be in love with someone who doesn't meet their standards."
Keshav listened attentively as Panchami continued, her words laced with sadness and despair.
"I don't want to leave him, Keshav. He's the best thing that's ever happened to me. But my family says it's for my own good. And I know they mean well, but... how can I just give up on us like this?"
Keshav placed a reassuring hand on Panchami's shoulder. "Hey, Panch, I know it's tough to hear, but sometimes these things are meant to be. Maybe your boyfriend just wasn't the one for you, or maybe this is an opportunity for him to realize what he really wants."
Panchami looked at Keshav incredulously. "You think it's that simple? That I can just move on from this?"
Keshav nodded. "Not necessarily move on, but sometimes good things come out of difficult situations. The universe has a way of healing itself, doesn't it? You know, like the fabric of spacetime. When there are intense gravitational forces, they create tears in that fabric, making it seem dark and chaotic."
Panchami's eyes widened as Keshav continued.
"But time heals those tears, Panch. Eventually, new universes emerge from those places where once there was only darkness. And isn't that what happens when we're hurt? The wound takes time to heal, but eventually, it does. Maybe this is one of those moments in your life where the universe is nudging you towards a new path."
Panchami's tears began to fall again as Keshav wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
"I know it hurts now, Panch, but trust me when I say that time heals everything – either it's the fabric of space or our own wounds. You'll find your way, and who knows? Maybe you'll discover a new universe full of possibilities waiting for you."
As the sun dipped below the horizon, Panchami nodded slowly, a glimmer of hope flickering in her eyes.
"You're right, Keshav. Time will heal everything. And maybe, just maybe, I'll find my own universe out there."