Ineffable Love is now Mulazim-e-Al-Wadood
We meet thousands of people in this world, we get attracted to hundreds, we fall for ten and then we'll be united with the one whose name was written with our name thousands of years ago.
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Third Person's POV
Zayn sat in his office, staring blankly at the file on his desk. The once neatly organized documents now lay scattered, a reflection of the chaos in his mind. Sarah’s confession had thrown him into a whirlwind of emotions he couldn’t navigate. Every word she’d said replayed in his mind, haunting him in the quiet moments.
It had been a week since that fateful meeting with Sarah. A week since her words had shattered his perception of their relationship and left him grappling with a storm of emotions. In the days that followed, Zayn’s once steadfast focus wavered. He struggled to concentrate on work, his productivity plummeting as he navigated the labyrinth of his thoughts.
The transformation in Zayn was palpable to everyone around him. Known for his meticulous nature and composed demeanor, he had become unpredictable, prone to sudden outbursts of anger. The staff at Akhtar Enterprises walked on eggshells, fearing his volatile mood. The CEO’s office, once a symbol of order and efficiency, now bore the marks of his inner turmoil.
“Turn that off!” Zayn snapped at an employee whose phone had interrupted a meeting. His voice, usually calm and commanding, now cracked with frustration. The room fell into an uneasy silence as the employee fumbled to silence the phone, visibly shaken by Zayn’s wrath.
In another instance, he had berated a team member for a minor mistake in a presentation, his harsh words leaving the employee close to tears. Zayn’s usual patience had evaporated, replaced by a cold, unyielding demeanor that brooked no errors.
Outside the office, Zayn isolated himself from friends and family. Calls went unanswered, and texts were ignored. He spent his evenings in the boxing gym, throwing punches until his muscles screamed for mercy, but even physical exhaustion couldn’t drown out Sarah’s voice in his mind.
On the seventh day, Zayn’s office looked like a storm had passed through. Papers were strewn across the floor, files toppled over, and his usually pristine desk was a mess of documents and discarded coffee cups. Zayn himself sat at his desk, staring blankly at a report he had no intention of reading.
