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 sat quietly by the lake, her favorite spot whenever she needed a moment to herself. The water reflected the warm hues of the setting sun, while gentle waves lapped against the shore. Small fish darted beneath the surface, their movements calming her restless mind. She sighed softly, allowing herself to be enveloped by the tranquility, until she sensed someone sitting beside her. Startled, she turned to see Zayn, his presence both unexpected and unsettling.
Her eyes widened in surprise. "How did he know I was here?" she thought, unable to hide her confusion.
Zayn noticed her bewildered expression and smirked, leaning back casually. "What? Surprised to see me?" he asked, his tone light.
Muskan stared at him, still processing his sudden appearance. Before she could formulate a response, Zayn interrupted her thoughts with a grin. "I know, I must be quite the sight," he quipped, his voice carrying a playful arrogance. "But try not to stare too much. I wouldn’t want you to get too attached."
Muskan raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. Does he ever get tired of himself? she wondered. Probably not. He’ll end up marrying his own reflection if this keeps up.
With a smirk of her own, she retorted, "You and handsome? Astagfirullah."
Zayn’s grin widened, enjoying the banter. "Astagfirullah? Come on, you should be saying mashallah or subhanallah when you see something beautiful."
Muskan rolled her eyes and turned back to the lake, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reply. "Why are you here?" she asked, changing the subject.
"Why shouldn’t I be?" Zayn shot back, his tone laced with mock offense. "Is this your private lake now?"
Muskan exhaled, exasperated but unwilling to show it. "I wish it was. Then I could put up a sign that says 'No entry for annoying people.'"
Zayn chuckled but didn’t respond, letting the silence settle between them. For once, he seemed content to just sit there, watching the water without filling the air with his usual banter. But Muskan wasn’t used to this quiet side of him.
"What’s with the sudden silence?" she asked, glancing at him curiously. "You’re usually talking my ear off. Did you finally run out of things to say?"
Zayn tilted his head slightly, still gazing at the lake. "Sometimes," he began slowly, his voice uncharacteristically thoughtful, "you just need to be still and listen to what’s around you."
Muskan looked at him, surprised by the sudden shift in his demeanor. This wasn’t the Zayn she was used to—the one who always had a witty remark or sarcastic comment at the ready.
He caught her staring and turned to face her, his expression softening. "Not every moment needs to be filled with words, Muskan," he said quietly. "Sometimes, just being here is enough."
