LOVE WITHOUT DESTINY

part 5

Two days had passed since the Nikah.

Amal still found herself lost in thought more often than usual.

Asma noticed her quiet demeanor and decided to bring it up.

“What’s going on, Amal? You’ve been so distracted lately.
I can understand if you’re missing Dua already, but this feels... different,”
Asma said, giving her a curious look.

Amal hesitated for a moment before responding,
“No, Asma. It’s not about Dua. Actually… there’s something I need to tell you.”

Asma raised an eyebrow.
“Really? What is it?”

Amal glanced around nervously.
“Not here. Let’s go somewhere private.”

Asma nodded and gestured toward a nearby corridor.
“Come with me. We can talk in that room.”

Without realizing whose room it was, Amal followed Asma into the quiet space.

Asma shut the door behind them.

Amal sat on the edge of the bed, ready to unburden herself.

“Asma…” Amal began, her voice low.
“You know Zain? He—”

She hadn’t even finished her sentence when the bathroom door opened.

Zain stepped out, steam wafting behind him.

He was shirtless, a towel slung over his shoulders.
His damp hair clung to his forehead.

Amal froze mid-sentence, her eyes wide in shock.

Zain’s gaze met hers.
A flicker of surprise in his expression, but he quickly composed himself.

Leaning casually against the doorway, he smirked.
“Go on, Amal. What were you saying about Zain?”

Amal’s heart raced.

She struggled to find her words,
but nothing could prepare her for the intensity in Zain’s voice and the knowing look in his eyes.

Asma’s eyes were fixed on Zain, unable to look away.

His toned physique, the way droplets of water glided down his skin, had left her momentarily speechless.

Amal noticed Asma’s reaction.

She quickly turned to Zain, her voice sharp.
“First of all, Zain, put on your shirt!” she snapped, trying to sound composed but failing to hide her flustered expression.

Zain raised an eyebrow, clearly amused.
“As you wish,” he said with a smirk.

He grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head.
His damp hair falling messily over his forehead.

Adjusting his sleeves, he walked toward Amal, stopping just close enough to make her uncomfortable.

“Now,” Zain said, his voice low and teasing.
“Go on, Amal. What were you telling Asma? Or should I tell her myself?”

Amal’s jaw tightened.
She shot him an irritated glare.

“What do you think of yourself, huh?
Just because your name is Zain doesn’t mean the whole world revolves around you!
I wasn’t even talking about you.
I was talking about someone else!”

Zain leaned back slightly, crossing his arms with a knowing smile.
“Oh, really?” he said, his voice laced with sarcasm.

Before Amal could reply, she suddenly let out a loud scream.
“Haa Maa! Aayi!”

Zain, startled for a moment, quickly realized no one was actually calling her.

He burst out laughing, the deep sound filling the room.