The Letter Beneath the Bed

 

💌 Part 4 – The Letter Beneath the Bed

Not all secrets are whispered. Some are written, folded, and forgotten—until they’re found.

Chapter One: The Discovery

It started with Barishu cleaning.

Not the dramatic kind — just a soft, idle moment while Riazul was out picking up snacks. She moved a pillow. Straightened a corner. Reached beneath the bed to grab the socks he always pretended weren’t his.

And then…
Her fingers brushed paper.

A letter. Folded. Yellowed slightly with time. No envelope. Just a name scrawled in the messy, unmistakable handwriting of Riazul.

Her name.

Barishu.

Her fingers paused. Her heartbeat didn’t.

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Chapter Two: Unfolded Words

She didn’t mean to open it.
But she did.

"Barishu,
If you’re reading this, it probably means I was too much of a coward to say it myself.
I’ve burned toast, ruined dinner, tripped over everything but your feelings...
But if I’ve done one thing right — it’s loving you.
Not perfectly. Not loudly. But deeply, hopelessly, constantly.
And maybe you don’t feel the same. That’s okay. I’ll still show up with burnt toast and hope in my pocket.
—Riazul.*"

She read it three times.
The fourth time, she cried.

Not because she didn’t know.
But because she did. And she was waiting for him to say it.

Chapter Three: The Confrontation

When Riazul came home, humming and holding a pack of chips like he’d just conquered the world, he noticed the shift instantly.

Barishu sat cross-legged on the bed, the letter resting gently in her lap. Her eyes met his, steady, unreadable.

“You weren’t supposed to find that,” he said, almost a whisper.

“Then why did you hide it somewhere I’d always eventually look?” she replied, equally soft.

He looked like he was about to run. Or confess. Or both.

“So... you read it?” he asked.

She held it up.

“I read it, Riazul.”

Silence.

Then:

“I loved it.”

He blinked. “You… what?”

“You idiot,” she said, walking up to him, placing the letter gently on his chest. “You think I kept eating burnt toast because it was tasty?”

He smiled nervously.

“I thought you were just really polite…”

She shook her head, laughing through a tear.

And then, she leaned in — close enough for the heartbeat between them to be the only sound that mattered — and kissed him. Not because of the letter. But because everything in it had already lived between them in a thousand small, unsaid ways.

End of Part 4

Next: “Part 5 – The Rain That Almost Said Goodbye” (Coming soon...)
Some truths come with lightning. Some love stories are tested not by silence — but by the storm.