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
After the tense conversation with Zamir, Muskan stepped out of the hotel, the weight of their exchange still pressing down on her. The cool night air greeted her with an eerie stillness, offering a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions storming inside her. She paused at the entrance, scanning the empty surroundings, her breath fogging the glass door behind her.
"Maybe he left," Muskan murmured to herself, her brow furrowing as her eyes darted around, searching for any sign of Zayn. The silence felt oppressive, her heart sinking slightly. Just as she was about to dismiss the thought, the low hum of an approaching engine broke the stillness. A sleek sedan rolled to a stop beside her, its headlights cutting through the darkness like beacons. With a smooth, almost menacing motion, the tinted window of the car rolled down, revealing Zayn’s steely, unreadable gaze, locked forward. His jaw was clenched, the hard lines of his face accentuated by the shadows dancing across his features.
“Get in.” Zayn’s voice cut through the night like a command, its edge sharp and authoritative, leaving no room for questions. Muskan hesitated, her heart skipping a beat at his tone, her fingers curling around her clothes for a sense of stability.
“My bag.” Her voice, though calm, carried a hint of defiance as if she were clinging to the last remnants of her control in a situation that seemed to be slipping through her fingers. But Zayn was having none of it.
“Inside. Now.” His tone, more forceful this time, left no room for negotiation. His eyes still didn’t meet hers, instead remaining fixed ahead, as if the road before him held more importance than her hesitation.
With a slight tremble of unease, Muskan moved forward, slipping into the plush leather seat of the car. As the door clicked shut beside her, the air inside felt thick with tension. Before she could gather her thoughts, Zayn stomped on the accelerator, sending the car roaring into the night, the tires screeching as they sped off.
The wind whipped through the open windows, drowning out her voice as she tried to speak. Her heart raced with every passing second, Zayn's foot pressing harder on the pedal. The speedometer climbed steadily, mirroring the growing fear that gripped her chest.
“Z-Zayn, what are you doing?” she managed to say, her voice barely cutting through the roar of the wind. A mix of confusion and anxiety clouded her thoughts, her hands gripping the edge of her seat tightly. But Zayn remained unresponsive, his eyes locked on the road as if he were racing against something unseen, something he couldn’t control.
“Zayn, slow down!” Muskan’s voice cracked, her fear now palpable. She could feel the panic rising within her like a tide, threatening to spill over. But her words seemed to evaporate in the wind as Zayn’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles white against the dark leather.
“Zayn, I’m scared! Please, slow down!” Her voice rose, the desperation undeniable. Muskan felt her heart pound in her chest, the unfamiliar speed making her stomach churn with dread.
