Title: Dead Love Doesn't Sink

Genre: Romantic Drama
Setting: A small riverside town in Bangladesh
Characters: P.K. (Pike) and Priya
Word Count: Approx. 1000

Part 1: A Glance by the River

P.K. still remembers that dusky afternoon by the riverbank—the first time he saw Priya. She was sitting alone, a book in hand, glasses on her nose, completely lost in the world of words. The sun was setting behind her, casting a golden hue over the water.

He didn’t know then, but something inside him shifted. A spark. A pull.

Days turned into weeks. From casual greetings at the college library to silent walks by the river, their connection deepened. Tea in clay cups, poetry under trees, and shared silences spoke more than words ever could. P.K. fell in love, silently, wholly.

But Priya always kept a certain distance. She smiled, she talked, but something always held her back.

Part 2: Promises in Silence

Priya’s father was a strict man. Discipline was his rule, and love was a distraction. She was not allowed to engage in relationships until after her studies.

P.K. finally asked her one day, “Priya, do you love me?”

Priya hesitated, then softly replied, “I understand love, but I can’t afford to say it.”

P.K. smiled gently. “They say dead love doesn't sink in water. I won’t drown either. I’ll wait. No matter how long.”

Part 3: Different Roads, Same Heart

After graduation, Priya left for Dhaka for university. P.K. stayed back, trying to make a living. Messages faded. Calls became rare.

Then one day, P.K. heard Priya’s marriage had been arranged—with a professor from her university. His world crumbled, but he didn’t show it. He sat by the same river, sipping tea in silence.

“I promised,” he whispered to himself, “I won’t let this love die.”

Part 4: Reunion (Seven Years Later)

It was another quiet afternoon by the river. P.K. was older now, calmer. A voice called out behind him, “Still having tea by the river?”

He turned. It was Priya. Older, wiser, but the same sparkle in her eyes.

“You?” he asked, barely believing.

“Yes,” she replied. “The marriage didn’t happen. I realized love isn’t something you arrange—it’s something you grow.”

P.K. smiled, heart full. “So, it's true. Dead love doesn't sink, does it?”

She nodded. “It floats... until it finds its way back.”

Final Part: A New Dawn

Now, Priya teaches at a local school. P.K. runs a small book café by the river. Their lives are simple but full of love.

One evening, Priya whispered, “That day, when you waited even after hearing about my marriage—I knew then, no one else would ever love me like you do.”

P.K. held her hand. “Love never dies. It just waits for the right time to live again.”

And so, their story proved—
“Dead love doesn’t sink. It survives. Always.”