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 waiting area of the dental clinic was eerily quiet, with only the occasional hum of the air conditioner breaking the silence. Muskan and Zayn sat side by side, a respectful distance between them. Zayn, as usual, seemed lost in thought, his fingers drumming lightly on the armrest of his chair. Muskan, on the other hand, glanced around the room, her thoughts scattered but her gaze alert.
The door creaked open, and a woman entered with a young boy trailing behind her. Muskan’s eyes instinctively shifted to her left and widened slightly in recognition. "Zamir?" she murmured, her tone tinged with surprise.
The boy turned his head, and sure enough, it was him. His cheek was visibly swollen, and he tried to mask his discomfort with an awkward smile. His mother, seemingly oblivious to the tension in the room, walked up to the receptionist to inquire about an appointment.
Muskan leaned forward, "Zamir, what happened to you?" she asked softly, her gaze flickering to his swollen cheek.
Before the boy could answer, Zayn’s sharp eyes darted toward Zamir, his expression a mix of annoyance and something else—jealously, perhaps?
Zamir hesitated, then shifted uncomfortably under Zayn’s glare. "It’s because of him," he blurted out, pointing a finger toward Zayn. "He punched me."
Muskan blinked, momentarily stunned by the accusation. Her gaze moved from Zamir to Zayn, her expression unreadable. Zayn, meanwhile, leaned back in his chair, his jaw tightening as he looked away, refusing to meet her eyes.
But then, to everyone’s surprise, Muskan turned back to Zamir with a calm yet unexpected reply. "What a great punch," she said, her voice steady but laced with an odd amusement.
The words hung in the air, rendering both Zamir and Zayn speechless. Zamir’s eyes widened in shock, his mouth opening and closing as though trying to form a rebuttal. Even Zayn, who rarely showed emotion, looked taken aback.
Muskan tilted her head slightly, her gaze now fixed on Zayn. "You’re a great boxer," she added, a faint smile playing on her lips.
Zayn’s lips twitched, and then, for the first time that day, he allowed himself a small, almost smug smile. He crossed his arms and leaned toward Zamir, his sharp eyes narrowing as he examined his swollen cheek.
"You broke a tooth," Zayn said matter-of-factly, his tone more amused than apologetic. "I can tell just by looking."
Zamir, flustered and still clutching his cheek, mumbled something incoherent before darting a glance toward his mother, who remained engrossed in her paperwork.
Muskan shook her head, a mixture of exasperation and amusement dancing in her eyes. "Zayn, you really need to control your temper," she said, her voice light but firm.
Zayn shrugged, unbothered. "He deserved it," he replied simply, though there was a softness in his tone that wasn’t lost on Muskan.
Muskan’s gaze lingered on him for a moment longer before she sighed, leaning back in her chair. "Sometimes, you’re impossible," she muttered, though her words carried no malice.
