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 on her bed, the dim light from her bedside lamp casting a soft glow across the room. She was scrolling through her phone absentmindedly when a notification popped up—a message from Zayn. Her heart skipped a beat as she opened it.
"Come to the balcony."
She furrowed her brows in confusion, unsure of what he meant. For a moment, she hesitated, glancing at the clock—it was late. But curiosity got the better of her, and she stood up, wrapping her shawl around herself before stepping out onto the balcony.
The cool night air greeted her as she looked down at the street below, expecting to see Zayn. Her eyes searched the shadows, her heart pounding with anticipation, but there was no sign of him. She craned her neck, thinking maybe he was hiding, teasing her from some corner, but the street was empty.
Disappointment crept into her chest. Her shoulders slumped, and she turned to go back inside, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
"He will never stop his nonsense pranks" she said out of frustration.
“Looking for me?”
The voice came from behind her, startling her. She turned quickly, her eyes widening as she saw Zayn standing there, casually leaning against the wall of her balcony, his arms folded across his chest. The playful smirk on his face only deepened her surprise.
“Zayn!” she exclaimed, her voice barely a whisper, her heart racing faster now, not from fear but something else—something unspoken between them.
He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused at her reaction. “What? You didn’t think I’d make it so easy for you to find me, did you?”
Muskan pressed her lips together, trying to suppress a smile. “I thought you were teasing me.”
Zayn stepped forward, his movements calm and deliberate, though he kept a respectful distance, aware of the boundaries between them. His presence, however, was undeniable, his gaze intense as he looked at her. There was something different in his eyes tonight—something she hadn’t seen before.
“i was,” he said softly, "I figured it’d be more fun to surprise you.”
Muskan felt her cheeks warm, though she tried to maintain her composure. She glanced away, unable to hold his gaze for too long. “You scared me,” she murmured, but there was no real accusation in her tone. If anything, she sounded...flustered.
Zayn chuckled softly. “That wasn’t the plan. I just wanted to see you.”
There was a simplicity in his words, but they carried a weight that made her heart flutter. She glanced at him again, this time meeting his eyes. “You shouldn’t be here this late,” she whispered, her voice laced with concern even though she didn’t want him to leave.
