Jaan-e-Azlan❤

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•●☆◇◇◇Another Long Chapter, Enjoy◇◇◇☆●•

Love is a mysterious emotion, and we never know when we might fall prey to this peculiar yet beautiful feeling. People find different things complex and challenging based on their own experiences, but the most intricate concept in the world is understanding what love truly is. Many people try to define love, but no two definitions are the same. Love doesn't need a fixed definition because everyone experiences and expresses it uniquely. Each person loves in their own way. Everyone loves like how they are.

To Azlan, love is like a rainbow: mesmerizing and ethereal, yet always just beyond his reach. Its vibrant colors paint his world with hope and wonder, but the closer he gets, the more elusive it becomes. He likens his love to a radiant spectrum arching across the sky, dazzling in its beauty yet intangible, slipping through his fingers like a dream. The thought of trying to capture it terrifies him, for he fears that in attempting to hold on to such a delicate and perfect thing, it will disappear forever. The prospect of losing this cherished vision, of never seeing its brilliance again, is a fate far worse than any death sentence to him.

Azlan, leaning against his window, watched Mantasha sitting in the garden with their grandfather, sharing a cup of tea. His face softened into a smile every time her laughter reached his ears. He gave her his undivided attention, admiring the way she tucked her hair behind her ears and the gentle way she interacted with her family, caring for everyone around her. However, in recent days, a constant fear had begun to gnaw at him—a fear of losing his treasure, her.

Shaking the troubling thoughts from his mind, Azlan moved away from the window. He made his way to his home office, seeking refuge in work. It was the only place where he could escape the anxiety and find a semblance of peace, if only for a little while.

Mantasha received a text the following morning: "You survived this time, but next time it will be worse." The cryptic message left her puzzled and uneasy. She had no idea who sent it or what it meant, so she decided to brush it off, dismissing the negative thoughts.

The next week passed in relative peace. Mantasha didn’t encounter Arham or his friends, which brought her a sense of relief, though a shadow of fear lingered. Azlan, vigilant and determined, had taken steps to keep Arham and his cronies at bay. Seeing Mantasha more relaxed brought him immense relief.

For the first time in what felt like ages, Azlan experienced a bit of calm himself. Knowing that his Misha was safe eased his constant worry. Her safety was paramount to him, and the mere thought of her being in danger filled him with dread. All he wanted was to shield her from pain and fill her life with joy, as clichéd as it sounded. But for him, it was the simple truth.

In the quiet of the night, Mantasha and Azlan sat side by side on the couch in his room. Azlan was engrossed in his work on his laptop, while Mantasha focused on her assignment on hers. Suddenly, Azlan's phone rang, its shrill tone disrupting the peaceful atmosphere. Glancing at the unknown number flashing on the screen, he frowned. Without a second thought, he leaned forward and canceled the call. Mantasha, witnessing the brief scene, chuckled softly.

"That's so rude of you, Azi," she teased, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Azlan couldn't help but smile at her laughter. "No, it's not," he replied, shaking his head slightly. He sighed and leaned back on the couch, returning his attention to his laptop.

Barely five minutes had passed when his phone chimed again, signaling a new message. Azlan reached for the device and unlocked it, his eyes scanning the message that had just arrived.

Azlan's demeanor shifted dramatically after reading the message. His posture stiffened, and his usually calm expression darkened. Glancing at Mantasha, who was engrossed in her assignment, he pinched the bridge of his nose, a gesture of mounting frustration. "I need to take a call," he said, rising abruptly. The statement was unusual; Mantasha knew all his matters and he never left the room to answer calls. Yet, she shrugged off the negative thoughts and refocused on her task.