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
Zayn tapped his pen on the edge of his desk, glancing down at his phone. His thumb idly hovered over Muskan’s contact. For the longest time, he’d saved her as Support, a simple, impersonal label that had made sense back then. She had been his connection to Sarah, her best friend, a kind of bridge to the one he’d thought he wanted.
But now, things were different.
With Sarah out of the picture and Muskan now woven tightly into his life, she was no longer just a link in his past. She was someone he’d come to respect, to trust. Muskan, with her quirky laugh and small but fierce personality, had proven herself far more than a passing figure in his story. She was… well, what exactly? He couldn’t quite pin it down.
He tapped on her contact name, backspacing over Support, letting the blank space linger before he typed in a new name—Little Creature. The name was oddly fitting. Small and resilient, always buzzing with ideas, tiny but packing a punch that could floor anyone, even him. He smirked, pocketing his phone as he leaned back in his chair, satisfied.
Meanwhile, Muskan sat on her bed, scrolling through her contacts. Her thumb stopped when she saw Self Obsessed Gorilla. She bit back a grin; that name had felt appropriate in the beginning, when she’d only known Zayn as the cocky, slightly infuriating guy who had a penchant for making everything about himself.
But somewhere along the line, Zayn had stopped being just a self-centered guy chasing after Sarah. He had softened around her, showed her parts of himself that weren’t guarded by arrogance. He had proven that he wasn’t just all swagger and bravado; he was steady and supportive, dependable in a way she hadn’t expected.
With a quiet sigh, she erased Self Obsessed Gorilla and replaced it with a new name—Janab-e-Khas. A bit formal yet endearing, giving him a special place without being too obvious.
She smiled at the new contact name and slipped her phone into her pocket, feeling oddly at peace with the change.
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Muskan strolled over, a small box of chocolates in her hand, eyes sparkling with a mischief Zayn couldn’t quite place.
"Want one?" she offered, holding out a piece temptingly close to his face.
Zayn narrowed his eyes but took one anyway, his teeth sinking into the soft, rich chocolate. The taste was delicious—until a sudden, sharp pain shot through his tooth, making him wince. Muskan raised a brow, catching the pained expression on his face.
"Zayn, is something wrong?" she asked, half-concerned, half-amused.
He tried to brush it off, rubbing his jaw subtly. "Nothing. Just... maybe too sweet."
Muskan’s gaze grew shrewd. "Too sweet, huh? Or maybe it's that cavity you've been ignoring?"
Zayn shifted uncomfortably, looking away. He hated dentists; in fact, he avoided anything that involved sharp instruments near his face. But Muskan wasn’t about to let him get away that easily.
