It Patkel by Sanjida Binte Sofi [Hardcover]

Looking at Ashmin’s face, filled with deep sorrow, Sanvir felt a strong sense of compassion. Through the car window, the handsome man gazed outside absentmindedly—were the corners of his eyes just slightly moist? A wave of sadness washed over Sanvir. Lowering his voice, he gently said, “Why do you tear your own heart apart like this every day, Sir? Ma’am is breaking you down cruelly, again and again. It hurts me to watch.” Sanvir’s voice grew heavy as he said those final words. Ashmin smiled. That sorrowful smile, clinging to his pristine white panjabi, seemed so serene to Sanvir. Ashmin looked out into the darkness through the lenses of his glasses. After a minute of silence, he spoke in a calm voice, “Love is a strangely beautiful feeling, San. One can’t simply free themselves from it at will. Even if the one you love keeps hurting you, destroying your emotions, you’ll still find yourself wanting to dig up the rotting corpse of that feeling and clutch it to your chest again and again. But my emotions aren’t dead—they’re alive, fluttering before my eyes like butterflies. I won’t hold anything back in my love, San. Even in separation, I’ll love her just the same.” Would you like this translated with a more poetic or dramatic tone?