Jungkook's eyes shot open to a world ablaze, the fiery chaos disorienting him. In the inferno, smoke obscured his vision, turning the scene into flames
A throbbing pain in his head echoed the intensity of the ordeal, making him question if this was the end. Is this what hell is gonna look like? Filled with fire? But he is a good man, he has never hurt anyone. Will he be sent to heaven?
Good man, but he takes things to his ego and hurts others. He is not fully perfect but still, he is a good man. He will surely go to heaven.
If he gets forgiven about all the people he has hurt, which includes his father, mother, relationships. They have hurt Jungkook too, and he finds it right to hurt them back.
Will god gonna punish him for that? But he doesn't believe in god, so why did he get reminded about god all of the sudden?
As he grappled with fear, a sudden realization swept over him, he wasn't trapped in the abyss.
Swiftly unbuckling his seatbelt, he stumbled out of the burning Formula 1 car, the scorching heat pressing against his skin. Relief flooded him as he realized he had escaped the clutches of the fiery torment.
The rescue team emerged from the smoke, their presence a beacon of hope in the chaos. The gravity of the situation sank in, leaving Jungkook in awe that he had evaded the clutches of death.
The roar of the flames echoed in the background as he stood, taking in the surreal contrast between the engulfing fire and the cool embrace of survival.
He escaped the hell without any severe injuries and burns.
He survived death, he escaped the flames, he escaped hell.
And he found his heaven, he find Amyra. She was like a reward. A victory.
Jungkook jolted awake, the vivid nightmare evaporating into the stillness of reality.
The oppressive heat and flames were replaced by the cool darkness of his bedroom.
A year-long recurring dream, haunting him relentlessly, lingered in his thoughts. He keeps seeing the crash in his dream again and again, he hates that, it was one of the most traumatizing things that has happened to him.
Exhausted, he mumbled to himself, "I thought winning Bahrain would end this nightmare."
Jungkook sits up, this is not working. How will he survive this? He escaped that hell, but why does he see that in his dream?
Should he visit a psychologist?
Jungkook's frustration is evident. "I thought the victory would make it stop, but it's like the dream refuses to let go."
Maybe it's a way of his mind processing the intensity of that accident.
But that dream is now less about the accident and now it's more about hell and god. It makes him wonder why he thought of god at that moment when he believes in no god.
Jungkook ran a hand through his hair. "Every time, the fire, the fear-it's like I can't escape it."
He looked at the book which was laying on the top of his book shelf, he came closer and picked up the Quran, he bought it to understand and get answers but it feels like this has been ruining his mental health more.
"This book, I should throw it away." He exclaimed and decided to throw it, but his hand stopped as he was about to put it in the bin.
And then he thought of ripping it, but he was hesitant, why can't he simply just do it?
Maybe because he hasn't got his answers, everytime he reads this book this just makes him question more and more. And he just can't stop before finding the question.
He sighed. "It's a holy book, I can't rip it or throw it like that," He is not that awful, he respects every religion. "I will just return this or give it to someone. But I can't keep this book anymore."
He put the book back and then tried to sleep. What will make his nightmares go away? Should he win a world championship? Will that solve all his problems? If yes he will work hard.
He stop thinking about the the start and middle of the dream and then started wondering about the end of the dream. Where he saw Amyra.
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Amyra and Azlan sat across from each other in a restaurant in London, the clinking of cutlery and soft murmur of chatter surrounding them.
As they eat their lunch, Azlan couldn't help but notice Amyra's distant demeanor.
"Hiba told me you are going with her on Umrah?" He asked. She nodded her head. "You should have waited until our marriage, Hiba's father is going with her meanwhile right now, you don't have any mehram relation to go with you."
"I really want to go," She replied. "I was thinking to bring dad with me,"
"Your dad? Amyra, it will be so hard for you to handle him, alone, what if you lost him?" He asked. Her father he has been going through mental illness after her mother's de*th.
Amyra couldn't get to spend time with him a lot as he stays in an asylum. She considers her mother's death, the death of her both parents because after that her father was not the same too.
"I will manage," Amyra replied.
Concern etched across his face, Azlan spoke up, "Amyra, is everything okay? You seem a bit distant."
Amyra looked up from her plate, weariness in her eyes. "It's just work, Azlan. I'm tired. The hospital has been demanding lately."
Azlan sighed, reaching across the table to gently hold Amyra's hand. "I've told you before, Amyra. I worry about you working so much, especially once we're married. You need to take care of yourself too."
Amyra withdrew her hand, disappointment flickering in her eyes. She chose not to argue, recognizing the futility of the discussion. Azlan, however, persisted, "This is precisely why I've been hesitant about you continuing as a doctor after we're married. I want you to focus on us, not just your work."
He stared at her, "Your dress is too tight, it's showing your body. Just because you are in London doesn't mean you can dress however you want."
She looked up at him, "You only ask me for hijab,"
"Now I am asking you to wear an abaya too, I don't like how free you are becoming." He exclaimed.
Her heart stops, she doesn't want to, he has already put so many restrictions on her. She doesn't feel suffocated.
A heavy silence hung between them before Azlan broached a more serious topic. "Amyra, have you considered us taking the next step? What do you think about getting our nikkah done?"
Amyra's heart skipped a beat. Anxiety flashed in her eyes. "Azlan, I need time. Let's talk about this after my first year as a doctor."
Azlan nodded, "Alright, we'll discuss it later. But promise me we'll have an honest conversation about our future."
Amyra hesitated before nodding in agreement. "When are you leaving?" She asked.
"Hmm, next week. Why?" He asked. She shook her head.
"Nothing." She replied.
"Give me your hand." He said, she stared at him.
She shook her head. "Why?"
He put a box on the table, "I bought a bracelet for you, I want to put it on your hand."
She stared at the box, and shook her head. "I can wear it myself."
She replied. She doesn't want him to touch her hand.
"No let me," He leaned closer to hold her hand but she moved away. Which made him a little furious. "What's the matter? Can I even hold your hand?"
"After marriage," She replied.
"You are not even that religious, you don't even care when it comes to what you wear and all of the sudden you have a problem with me just holding your hands." He exclaimed, his irritation was visible in his words.
She just looked at her lap, she had a problem. Especially with him. He stood up and then took the bracelet out of the box before throwing it hard on the table.
"Here, wear yourself." He exclaimed before leaving.
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Amyra wanted to bring her father with her but the asylum didn't allow her too.
Amyra was scared, she was really scared to face god, she was afraid to ask for anything. As she didn't get it in the past, but coming here for a good decision, she felt closer, she felt better.
She started with a prayer for her father. Which was most important for her.
Amyra, standing in awe In Front of the Kaaba during her Umrah, whispered a heartfelt prayer. "O Allah, grant me a good husband, someone who will cherish and respect me. I don't wish to marry Azlaan; I seek a partner who won't make me feel trapped but will uplift and support me in my journey."
She doesn't know why her heart could ask for Mingyu directly. But she was describing what she wants from Mingyu, what she wants from her husband.
As the solemn atmosphere embraced her, Amyra continued, "Guide me towards a companion who understands my aspirations, values, and dreams. May our partnership be built on love, trust, and mutual respect. Allah, grant me the strength to choose wisely and bless me with a union that brings joy and fulfillment to both our lives."
With sincerity in her heart, Amyra completed her prayer, hopeful that her plea would be heard as she embarked on a quest for a better future.
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Amyra's uncle, Mr. Ahmed, sat across from her aunt, Mrs. Ahmed, discussing the recent developments in Amyra's life.
"Can you believe it? She wanted to bring Usman out of asylum," his uncle spoke.
"What? She needs to stop worrying about him,"
Uncle Ahmed sighed deeply, "I heard from Azlaan that Amyra has been keeping her distance lately. You know how crucial it is for our business to maintain a good relationship with him. He promised to help us with the family business, and as well he helped us get her family business and Amyra being distant could jeopardize that."
Amyra's uncle has been handling her father's business, he doesn't let Amyra have any say in and wants to fully own the business.
Her Aunt, sipping her tea, frowned, "Sending her to London was a bad decision. She's lost touch with our values and responsibilities. When she returns, we need to take matters into our hands. Azlaan is expecting her to be ready for the business, not drifting away."
Uncle Ahmed nodded in agreement, "You're right. We can't afford any delays. We have to get her married as soon as she returns. It's not just about her happiness; it's about securing the future of our family legacy."
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"Mingyu, at least inform me before coming here suddenly," Amyra exclaimed and Mingyu smiled.
"I thought you would have already known that I was coming," Mingyu grinned, "I'm here for the Formula 1 finale, Amyra."
Amyra raised an eyebrow, "But with all the excitement, how did you manage to see me?"
Mingyu chuckled, "l always take time for you. I was here to give you the tickets."
She stared at the tickets, "I already bought them," she smiled. Of course she was coming to watch the race.
"These are premium tickets, they don't sell these." He said, she smiled and took the ticket.
"I am excited for the race. Best of luck, I hope your team wins."
Mingyu leaned in, so close that she stepped back,"You're not going to wish me luck or give me a good luck kiss?"
Amyra hesitated, "I can't, Mingyu."
He arched an eyebrow, "Even for a good luck kiss?" She nodded, "Yes, even for that."
Mingyu smirked, "What about after marriage then? Will you give me a good luck kiss?"
Amyra blushed, smiling, "Can we not talk about it?"
"Why are you adorable? You are blushing over kiss, what about sex-"
"Mingyu stop," She quickly exclaimed.
"What? Don't tell it's haram too, damn is sex haram? Oh god," He exclaimed.
"It is not after marriage, and just stop talking about all this." She replied.
Mingyu teased, " After marriage, you'll give me all the good luck kisses I want."
"Mingyu, it's not possible for us to get married," She exclaimed.
Mingyu sighed, "Again this topic, leave your religion. You hate it anyway."
She stared at him, "I just hate the people who follows it, I don't hate my religion,"
"That doesn't make any sense," Mingyu said. It made sense in her heart. "Amyra I am so confused, you don't want me to change my religion and you don't want to change your religion, then what? Do you want to marry me?"
"Mingyu, I told you it's impossible for us to be together, yet here you are." She said,
"Why? You don't even have parents then what's stopping you?" he asked.
Not realizing when someone doesn't have their parents with them, they don't have the support they need. She does have her father, but he can't support her.
"I can't,"
"You just don't want to marry me, what else," he exclaimed.
"It's not like that,"
"Then? For the past year, I have been just trying to do it for us." He exclaimed.
"And I have been telling you that we can't be together. If my uncle get to know he will kick me out of the house," She said, she doesn't care about being kicked out, she cares about not being able to meet his father.
"Wouldn't that be good? You have completed your degree, you are independent, I see no problem in you living your life the way you want." Mingyu said. "It will solve all our problems, you can be of any religion, I don't care,"
She was feeling the pressure, like what she felt with Azlan, because in a way Mingyu was trying to put his beliefs on her and want her to act the way he wants.
She was still silent, she might not be close to her religion but she can't join any other religion. She doesn't want to leave Islam.
"Next time when I meet you I want you to make up your mind of what you want to do." he said and her eyes got filled with tears.
Why did she fall for him out of all people?
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There will be more Amyra and Jk interaction from next chapter...