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
Muskan hurriedly stepped out of the storeroom, her heart still racing from the confrontation she had narrowly avoided. As she emerged into the more open space of the store, she immediately spotted Mr. Akhtar standing at the counter, his familiar figure offering a sense of calm amidst the flurry of thoughts running through her mind.
She approached him with a warm smile, her usual confidence returning as she greeted him. "How are you, Uncle?" she asked, her voice light yet tinged with genuine concern.
Mr. Akhtar looked up, his eyes softening as he returned her smile. He reached out and gently patted her head, a gesture that had always made her feel like a cherished daughter. "Alhamdulillah, I'm fine, beta. How are you?" he responded with his characteristic warmth.
"Alhamdulillah, I'm also fine," Muskan replied, though her smile faltered slightly as her thoughts shifted. "But... is he fine?" she asked, her voice lowering as she inquired about Zayn.
"Zayn?" Mr. Akhtar repeated, understanding the concern in her eyes. He nodded reassuringly. "He said he wanted to meet yo--"
Before he could finish, Zayn burst into the store, his breath coming in short gasps as he ran towards them. His usually composed demeanor was replaced by an unusual sense of urgency.
"Dad! You came in?" Zayn asked, still catching his breath. His hair was slightly disheveled, and there was a wildness in his eyes that Muskan hadn't seen before.
He quickly moved closer to his father, leaning in to whisper something in his ear. Muskan watched them, her brow furrowed in confusion. There was something almost comical about the way Zayn and his father interacted-like mirror images of each other, yet with their distinct differences. Mr. Akhtar carried a serene, gentle nature, while Zayn was often a storm of emotions, quick to act and even quicker to react.
After a moment, Zayn stepped back, the mischief returning to his eyes. "Uh, we need to go. My mom must be waiting for us," he said hurriedly, flashing a quick grin. "Bye, beautiful," he added with a wink, then turned to the others in the store, "Bye, didi, and bye..." He paused, his gaze locking on Muskan. A smirk played on his lips as he said, "Bye, little creature."
