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 leaned back against the cool leather seat of the car, staring out the window as the city passed by in a blur. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows on the hospital's façade, the building he had spent the last week, slowly disappearing from view. His father, Mr. Akhtar, sat beside him in the driver's seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel with a kind of quiet relief that had settled over him since the doctor had given the green light for Zayn's discharge.
The inside of the car was filled with the faint scent of antiseptic, lingering on Zayn's clothes despite the fresh change. The hum of the engine was the only sound between them, creating a comfortable silence that allowed Zayn to retreat into his thoughts.
Zayn's body felt heavy, not just from the physical toll of his injury but from the weight of everything left unsaid. He was grateful to leave the hospital, yet the reality of returning to a life that had been briefly put on pause felt oddly disconcerting.
The streets outside were busy, the usual bustle of people going about their lives. As they drove past, Zayn's eyes caught the sight of a young couple, their laughter floating into the car as they walked hand in hand. He turned away from the window, focusing instead on the dashboard.
"How are you feeling now?" his father asked, breaking the silence.
Zayn hesitated before answering. "Better," he replied, his voice low, tinged with a fatigue that hadn't quite left him. "Just... tired."
Mr. Akhtar nodded, glancing at his son with a look of concern that had become all too familiar over the past week. "You've been through a lot, beta. It's normal to feel that way."
Zayn didn't respond, his mind drifting back to Sarah. He hadn't seen her for days nor heard anything from her. It was not easy to move on and it became even more difficult after she showed up at the hospital.
The thought of her brought a soft ache to his chest, a pang of longing mixed with something else.
As the car stopped at a red light, Mr. Akhtar turned to fully face Zayn, his expression softening. "You know, the doctor said it's important for you to rest, but it's also important to keep your mind at ease. Whatever it is that's bothering you, don't let it eat away at you."
