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 stood in the middle of a vast garden, the kind that seemed to belong in a fairytale. The air was thick with the scent of blooming flowers, and the golden glow of the setting sun painted everything in warm hues.
He walked forward, his steps slow, unsure why he was here. The path was lined with rows of vibrant roses, their petals glistening as though kissed by dew. Ahead, a figure stood among the flowers, her back to him.
Zayn’s breath caught as he recognized her. Muskan. She wore a simple white dress that flowed gracefully with the wind, her hijab delicately framing her silhouette. She was looking down at something in her hands, her head tilted slightly to the side.
For a moment, Zayn just watched her. There was something about the way she stood, calm yet full of life, that made his chest tighten. He wanted to call out to her, but his voice refused to cooperate. Instead, he found himself walking closer.
Muskan turned slightly as he approached, her profile illuminated by the soft sunlight. She held a single rose, its deep red petals contrasting beautifully with her light attire. She looked up at him, her eyes locking with his.
"You’re here," she said simply, her voice soft but filled with meaning.
"I… I guess I am," Zayn replied, feeling uncharacteristically nervous under her gaze.
She smiled—a smile that felt like it belonged only to him, though he couldn’t understand why. "Do you ever stop and look, Zayn?" she asked, gesturing toward the garden around them.
"At what?" he asked, his voice low, almost hesitant.
"At the beauty around you. The little things," she replied, turning back to the rose in her hand. "Sometimes, we’re so caught up in the chaos of life, we forget to notice what’s right in front of us."
Her words lingered in the air, weaving themselves into the stillness. Zayn watched her as she delicately touched the rose, her fingers brushing against its petals as though it were the most precious thing in the world.
"You’re always thinking, aren’t you?" she asked suddenly, her tone teasing yet gentle.
Zayn blinked. "What do you mean?"
Muskan tilted her head, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Your thoughts are loud, Zayn. You’re always trying to make sense of things that don’t need to be explained."
He frowned slightly, confused but drawn in. "And what’s that supposed to mean?"
She laughed softly, the sound light and melodic, like the chiming of bells. "You’ll figure it out."
Before he could ask anything else, Muskan reached out and handed him the rose. Her fingers brushed his for the briefest moment, but it was enough to send a strange warmth coursing through him.
