“I was afraid,” Yusha admitted. “Afraid you’d see me as a failure, someone unworthy of your love. But even as a beggar, I found you, and you became my everything. I didn’t want to risk losing you.”

Zainab squeezed his hand tightly, her heart swelling. “I don’t care about your past. I care about who you are now. You’ve shown me kindness, love, and a world I never thought I’d see. That’s what matters to me.”

In that moment, Yusha knew he had made the right choice in letting love lead him forward, despite the shadows of his past. They sat together as twilight deepened into night, understanding and acceptance flowing between them like an unspoken vow.

Word of their love story spread through the village, transforming hushed whispers of ridicule into murmurs of admiration. The blind girl and the beggar were no longer seen as tragic figures, but as symbols of resilience and the transformative power of love.