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 stepped out of the café, the cool night air wrapping around her like a comforting blanket. The city lights cast a soft glow on the pavement, creating an almost magical atmosphere. She had just finished her shift and was ready to head home, her mind a tangled mess of thoughts and emotions.
As she walked towards the curb, she saw a familiar figure leaning against a lamppost, partially hidden in the shadows. Zayn. Her heart gave a painful lurch, a mix of longing and anxiety churning within her. She had been avoiding him for days, hoping the distance would help her sort out her feelings.
Zayn straightened up as she approached, his eyes catching the light and reflecting a glint of determination. He had been waiting for her, and now there was no escaping the confrontation she had been dreading.
"Muskan," he called out softly, his voice carrying a blend of hope and frustration. "Can we talk?"
Muskan froze, her fingers clutching the strap of her bag tightly. The silence between them was palpable, filled with unspoken words and unresolved tension. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.
"Zayn, it's late," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She glanced away, unable to meet his gaze. "I don't think this is the right time."
"Please, Muskan," Zayn implored, taking a step towards her. The raw vulnerability in his voice tugged at her heart. "I need to know why you're avoiding me. What happened?"
Muskan's resolve wavered as she looked into his eyes, seeing the confusion etched on his face.
"What happened? Why are you distancing yourself from me?" Zayn asked, stepping closer.
"Nothing, Zayn. There's nothing going on," Muskan replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Stop lying. You're clearly avoiding me," he pressed, his frustration evident.
"So what? Even if I am avoiding you, what's wrong with that?" she snapped, finally meeting his gaze.
"Muskan," he said, his voice softening.
"Our friendship was because of Sarah," Muskan interrupted, her voice trembling. "And now that Sarah's chapter has closed in your life, there's no need for me anymore. So let's just end this."
"So, you think this friendship was just for Sarah?" Zayn's voice was sharp, his eyes narrowing as the words left his mouth, a bitterness creeping in with every syllable. His jaw clenched, the muscles in his face tightening as he stared, waiting for an answer he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear.
"Well, why else would it be?" Muskan’s voice was cold, her expression unreadable as she met his gaze without flinching. She crossed her arms, the movement slow and deliberate, as if shielding herself from something she didn’t want to admit. "Is there another reason for this friendship?" The words came out steady, almost indifferent, but inside she was fighting to keep her emotions buried deep. Her eyes gave nothing away, as if she had mastered the art of locking away her heart.
