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
The morning sun filtered through the hospital windows as Muskan navigated through the busy corridors. Today, she planned to catch up with Sarah. It had been a while since they had spent some quality time together.
As she reached the nurses' station, she spotted Sarah speaking with Mazhar, who stood beside her with his arms crossed. Muskan’s mood soured immediately.
"Assalam o alaikum," Muskan greeted, making her presence known as she approached.
Mazhar raised an eyebrow at her. "Ah, Muskan. Always bringing your sunshine wherever you go."
Muskan rolled her eyes. "Sunshine? I’m more like the storm that wipes that smug look off your face."
"Yes you are like a storm—always arriving when nobody asked for it."
Muskan crossed her arms, glaring at him. "And you’re like a bad internet connection—always here, but never useful."
Mazhar chuckled lightly, shaking his head. "Careful, you might bruise my ego."
Sarah, standing between them, looked slightly amused but tried to keep the peace. "Guys, not today, okay?"
Muskan turned to Sarah with a warm smile, ignoring Mazhar for the moment. "Anyway, I thought we could head out once your shift’s done. The cute date we talked about."
Before Sarah could answer, Mazhar interjected with a teasing grin. "Actually, Muskan, I think you might want to reconsider. Sarah’s got extra classes right after this."
Muskan frowned, looking at Sarah. "Classes? But I thought we were going to hang out."
Sarah nodded apologetically. "I know, I’m sorry. I completely forgot about the extra classes today. Mazhar reminded me just now."
Muskan's eyes narrowed at Mazhar. "Of course he did." Then, in a playful but sharp tone, she added, "You could use a few extra classes yourself, Mazhar. Especially in the gym. I mean, I’ve seen stronger twigs."
Mazhar gave her a flat look, clearly not appreciating the jab at his slim frame. "You’re hilarious, Muskan. Truly, a gem."
Sarah, sensing another round of bickering coming on, quickly cut in. "Not again," she said softly, trying to diffuse the situation.
Muskan sighed, "Fine, but next time you’re buying me food to make up for this."
Sarah smiled, "In sha Allah, I promise! I’ll make it up to you, I promise."
Mazhar smirked, clearly enjoying the small victory. "Better luck next time, Muskan."
Muskan glared at him one last time as Sarah and Mazhar made their way to their classes. "I can’t stand him sometimes," Muskan muttered under her breath, watching them disappear down the hallway.
