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 glanced at her reflection in the hotel's ornate restroom mirror, her fingers delicately adjusting her black dress. The opulence of the room-marble countertops, gold fixtures, and chandeliers-reflected more than just wealth; it mirrored the transformation in her. The evening's grandeur was a carefully chosen facade, much like her dress, a symbol of the resilience she had built over the years. Her once-anxious heart now beat with a steady rhythm of determination, the nervous girl she once was replaced by a woman ready to face the ghosts of her past. Tonight wasn't just a reunion; it was a chance to reclaim her narrative.
She took a deep breath, straightened her posture, and turned to Aaliya, Mahenoor, and Jiya, who stood beside her in matching black outfits. They were more than friends; they were her pillars. As they entered the grand ballroom of the hotel, the soft murmur of conversations, clinking glasses, and the hum of laughter enveloped them. Muskan's eyes scanned the room, immediately taking in the lavish setup. Velvet drapes, crystal chandeliers, and tables adorned with elegant floral arrangements filled the space. The sight of everyone gathered around a large table, chatting and laughing.
Muskan enters the hotel with Aaliya, Mahenoor, and Jiya, all clad in matching black outfits. The sight of everyone gathered around a large table, chatting and laughing, filled her with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. She found her place near Shahina, one of her former bullies, she gave her a smile, Muskan was surprised when she did the same.
"It's only been a month since we graduated, and you're already longing for a reunion?" Mahenoor teases Zamir, eliciting laughter from the group.
"I thought we all only had bad memories with each other in college so, before parting ways we should make some good memories too." Zamir replies. His response about creating better memories together drew chuckles, though they all knew he often contributed to their less-than-stellar college experiences. As they settled in and ordered dinner, reminiscing about their college days began.
"Remember when Sakir fell down the stairs?" Liza recalled, prompting laughter from the group.
"Maybe it was because Muskan cursed me," Sakir jokingly suggested.
"Why would I curse you?" Muskan retorted.
"Because I bullied you the most," Sakir admitted.
"Ah, but then she wouldn't be any better than you," Aaliya teased, though her attempt at humor fell flat, leaving an awkward silence in its wake.
"Well, she's not wrong," Kaniza chimed in, breaking the tension.
"You did have a habit of cursing everyone in sight," she added, earning laughter from the group.
"Yeah, we even nicknamed you 'the curser,'" Sabir quipped. It was the first time they hadn't insulted or ostracized her, and she savored the feeling.
However, the newfound camaraderie was short-lived as Aaiza interjected with a smirk, "I think you've moved on."
