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 soft hum of conversation filled the room as Muskan sat at the large wooden desk, her gaze focused on the stacks of accounting books and notes scattered before her. Zamir’s sister, Salma, was seated across from her, pen in hand, explaining a particularly tricky concept related to taxation. Despite her calm exterior, Muskan's mind was swirling with thoughts of her upcoming Chartered Accountant exams. The weight of it pressed heavily on her shoulders.
“You see, this section refers to indirect taxes. It’s tricky, but once you understand the underlying principles, it’ll be easier,” Salma said, her voice steady and patient.
Muskan nodded, but despite her best efforts, she found it difficult to fully concentrate. Salma had been incredibly helpful over the past few days, going through each topic in detail, offering invaluable guidance. Zamir had introduced her to his sister after learning about Muskan’s struggles with the more complex parts of her CA studies, and Muskan was grateful for the help.
But something gnawed at the back of her mind—Zayn. It had been a few days since she had last spoken to him properly. Between the intense study sessions and the stress of exams looming closer, Muskan had been too occupied to answer his calls. She kept pushing the thought aside, convincing herself that she would explain everything to Zayn once she was done with her studies.
“So, how are you feeling about this chapter?” Salma asked, breaking Muskan out of her thoughts.
“It’s definitely clearer now, thanks to you. I can’t thank you enough for helping me out like this,” Muskan replied with a warm smile, genuinely appreciative.
Salma waved her hand dismissively. “It’s no big deal. I know how tough CA exams can be. Zamir told me how dedicated you are. It’s inspiring to see someone so focused.”
Muskan smiled at the compliment but didn’t reply. Her focus shifted back to the notes in front of her. The more she studied, the more confident she felt, but she couldn’t shake the feeling of unease about Zayn. She would have to face him soon—after all, his patience had limits too.
As they wrapped up the study session, Zamir entered the room with a casual grin. “Everything going well here?”
Salma smiled at her brother. “Of course. Muskan’s been working really hard. She’ll ace the exams for sure.”
Muskan let out a soft laugh. “In sha Allah.”
Meanwhile, Zayn was out for a walk, his mind clouded with thoughts of Muskan. He had been trying to reach her for days now, but she hadn’t picked up any of his calls. It wasn’t like her to ignore him. Zayn had always been respectful of her time, but something about this silence was different. His mind spiraled into restless thoughts.
"What if her father did something." The thought hit him with unexpected force as he rounded the corner of his street. He was passing through the street near zamir's sister's house.
