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 gentle evening breeze brushed through Muskan’s dark brown hair as she was laying on her stomach in Sarah's room, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the bed as she avoided Sarah's gaze.
“Why are you being so distant with him?” Sarah’s voice was soft, yet probing.
Muskan took a deep breath, her gaze focused somewhere beyond the window. “I overheard him talking to Afzal…” she began slowly, as if choosing her words with care. “Zayn said he’s only friends with me because he… pities me. He thinks I’m weak and that I need someone to… protect me.”
Sarah’s eyebrows shot up, her expression both surprised and a little indignant. “And you believe that?”
“It’s not just that, Sarah,” Muskan replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “I realized my feelings… they go beyond friendship. But knowing he’s just with me out of pity? It hurts. I had to break off the friendship—I can’t keep fooling myself.”
Sarah reached her, placing a comforting hand on Muskan’s. “Muskan, listen to me. Zayn’s been a true friend to you. He’s supported you, helped you, and stood by you in ways that go beyond just pity. You can’t throw away such a rare friendship over unrequited feelings. And what Zayn has done for you, no one does that out of pity.”
Muskan shook her head, tears shimmering in her eyes. “But it’s so hard, Sarah. How do I ignore what I feel?”
Sarah leaned closer, her tone firm yet compassionate. “You have to control your feelings idiot. Don’t let love ruin what could be a lifelong friendship. Friendship like this is rare, and Zayn deserves a friend who values him without any expectations.” Her voice softened as she added, “Go and talk to him. You need to work this out.”
Muskan nodded slowly, taking in Sarah’s words. After a moment, a new resolve lit her eyes. “Really?”
Sarah nodded.
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The next afternoon, Muskan entered Zayn’s office building, her heart racing. She hadn’t seen him in days, and it had been painfully obvious he was avoiding her. She made her way to the reception desk, her voice a bit hesitant as she asked, “Is Zayn Akhtar in today?”
Behind her, Afzal and Zayn rounded the corner, both halting mid-conversation when they saw her. Muskan and Zayn locked eyes for a split second, her gaze searching, his guarded. Her presence threw Zayn off; he quickly looked away, his expression closed and unreadable.
Muskan approached him, her voice low and steady, though her eyes betrayed her desperation. “Zayn… I know I messed up. But I’m here to apologize.”
"Apologize? For what exactly?" Zayn’s voice was steady, his eyebrow raised in mild challenge.
