"I need to protect Yazia; I can't let it happen,"
Ayzal whispered to herself. Her heart hammered in her chest, a relentless rhythm echoing the urgency of her thoughts. She clenched her fists, stood up, and walked out of her room. Ayzal decided to directly go to Yazia's room to tell her all the things she heard.
"I need to tell Yazia everything," she muttered, her voice tinged with a hint of panic. With each step she took down the corridor, she had to warn Yazia, had to make her understand the danger that lurked in the face of their loved ones.
As she reached Yazia's door, Ayzal hesitated for a moment, her hand hovering over the handle. But then, with a deep breath to steady her nerves, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.
"Yazia, I need to talk to you," she said, her voice soft yet urgent, Yazia looked up, her eyes red-rimmed and pained. She hastily wiped away her tears, a mixture of surprise and curiosity flickering across her face as she regarded Ayzal.
"What is it, Ayzal?" she asked, her voice uncertain. Taking a deep breath, Ayzal moved further into the room, her heart pounding with the gravity of the moment.
"I've heard things, Yazia," she began, her words coming out in a rush as she struggled to find the right way to express.
Yazia stood up from the mat and looked at Ayzal's panic condition. "Ayzal what happened? What do you hear?" Yazia inquired and held Ayzal's shoulders.
"It's... it's about Gomo and Asad," Ayzal stammered, her voice faltering as she struggled to articulate the weight of her fears. She looked into Yazia's eyes, seeing the concern mirrored in them, and found a flicker of courage to continue.
"I've overheard things, Yazia," she continued, her words rushed and disjointed in her anxiety. "I heard them talking when I was on my way to talk to Appa about you and Taehyung, but only Gomo and Asad were there."
Yazia's brow furrowed in confusion, and she interrupted Ayzal with a perplexed tone. "Why were you planning to tell Appa about all that?" she questioned, a hint of frustration creeping into her voice.
Ayzal sighed, feeling the tension mounting between them. "That's not the point, Yazia," she explained, frustration coloring her tone. "What matters is what I heard there."
"Okay, take a breath, Fatima," Yazia intervened, her voice gentler now, trying to soothe her agitation. Ayzal nodded, taking a moment to compose herself before continuing.
Ayzal's words spilled out in a rush as she recounted everything she had heard, her voice filled with a mix of frustration and fear. She detailed Gomo and Asad's greed-driven plans, their manipulation tactics, and their ruthless pursuit of the family's property and wealth.
Yazia listened in silence, her expression unreadable, her thoughts masked behind a veil of contemplation. Ayzal couldn't decipher what was going on in Yazia's mind.
"They both just want our property and money," Ayzal concluded. "We should tell all this to Appa," Ayzal suggested urgently, her eyes pleading for Yazia to see the gravity of the situation. But to her surprise, Yazia shook her head calmly.
"We can't, Fatima. Let's not overthink," Yazia replied, her tone steady despite the chaos of emotions swirling within her.
Ayzal's eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you in your senses, Yazia? We need to tell Eomma and Appa about all this. If you won't, I will," she declared. Yazia looked at Ayzal sternly.
Yazia's stern gaze met Ayzal's widened eyes. "You'll not, Ayzal," she asserted firmly, putting an end to any further debate. Ayzal's heart sank at Yazia's resolute tone, her hurt evident in the tremor of her voice.
"You don't have any proof they said it, and if you told everything to Appa and Eomma, there's very little chance they'll listen to you," Yazia explained to her the reason she should not press this matter more.
Feeling the weight of Yazia's words, Ayzal's eyes brimmed with hurt and confusion. "You don't believe me?" she asked, she was disappointed.
Yazia sighed softly, reaching out to cup Ayzal's cheeks in a gesture of comfort. "I do, Ayzal. You're my sister, and I believe every word you say," she reassured her gently. "But you should keep in mind, Gomo is Appa's sister too, and we both know how far Appa can go for her. Just directly accusing her is not the way." Ayzal's shoulders sagged with the weight of Yazia's reasoning.
"What should we do?" Ayzal finally asked, her voice tinged with desperation, Yazia shrugged. "Nothing. Let everything happen as it is. You don't need to do anything," she replied, her tone carrying a sense of resignation that Ayzal found difficult to accept.
Ayzal shook her head in disapproval, her mind racing with the weight of their predicament.
"But—" she began, only to be cut off by Yazia's firm interruption.
Ayzal sighed in resignation, reluctantly giving in to Yazia's request. "Okay, I promise. But are you really not going to do anything?" she asked in concern.
Yazia nodded. "Let's just leave everything to Allah. He is the best planner," she replied.
"Yes, indeed he is the best planner," Ayzal acknowledged, her voice softening with a touch of frustration.
"But He wants you to try for it too. You can't just sit doing nothing and expect to get what you want."
Sūratun Najm, Āyat 39
وَأَنْ لَيْسَ لِلْإِنْسَانِ إِلَّا مَا سَعَىٰ
"And that man shall have nothing but what he strives for."
"Yazia, if you want to halt this Nikkah, you can't simply watch everything unfold. Perhaps Allah wishes to witness your efforts, to see if you'll strive for what you truly love and give it your all," Ayzal urged, her voice tinged with urgency and concern.
Yazia listened quietly, her expression serene and untroubled. With a gentle smile, she responded, "Ayzal, trust me, I appreciate your concern. But I believe in Allah's plan, and I have faith that everything will unfold as it should."
"Taehyung did a lot for you, and what are you going to do, huh?" Ayzal pressed, her frustration evident in her tone.
Yazia turned to the side, calmly picking up the prayer mat without a hint of agitation.
"From where did 'that thing' come into all this?" she remarked, her tone surprisingly unbothered given the circumstances.
"You don't trust Allah?"
she added with a faint smile, catching Ayzal off guard. Ayzal was left speechless, her arguments falling short in the face of Yazia's unwavering faith.
"I do," she finally managed to utter, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Then don't involve yourself in all of that," Yazia advised gently, placing the prayer mat back in its place before picking up the Qur'an and settling onto the bed, opening it. Ayzal sighed and looked at Yazia looking unbothered the complete opposite of what she was before.
Ayzal nodded and silently left Yazia's room without any word.
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Taehyung was sitting inside his cabin; it was 29 of Ramadan., Taehyung felt the weight of the passing month bearing down on him. Restlessness consumed him, his mind swirling with thoughts of Yazia, her absence leaving a void in his heart.
Despite the days slipping by, he hadn't mustered the courage to visit Mr. Saad's house. It wasn't fear holding him back, but rather a desperate hope that by observing every religious duty meticulously, he might somehow win Yazia back.
His actions weren't driven by genuine spiritual growth, but by the belief that his devotion to Islam might lead him back to her.
Taehyung fasted, prayed earnestly, and delved into religious texts, not because of his firm faith, but because he saw them as a pathway to Yazia. His love for her was intertwined with his belief in Allah; he prayed, not just for divine guidance, but for the chance to have the woman who held his heart.
As the final days of Ramadan drew near, Taehyung's desperation intensified, his heart yearning for Yazia's presence. He clung to the hope that his efforts would bear fruit, praying for the miracle that would bring her to him.
"I don't know what to do anymore, my warrior, I tried asking you from your Allah but it's not working what will I do,"
Taehyung exclaimed, his voice heavy with desperation. Leaning back in his office chair, he found no solace, no respite from the torment of his thoughts.
As his phone rang, he hesitated for a moment before picking it up, and recognizing the caller ID. While the call used to bring him joy, now it only served as a painful reminder of what he had lost. With a heavy heart, he answered, mustering a faint smile as he greeted the caller.
"Assalamualaikum," Taehyung said softly and a gentle voice greeted him back.
"How you fast going my prince?", Taehyung smiled faintly, this whole year this phone call was the only reason of his smile.
"I am fine. Alhamdulillah", Taehyung replied to Mrs. Saad."I love how you've embraced these little words. They sound like honey in your voice," Mrs. Saad remarked warmly, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. "It's your love for me that makes them so sweet, and for that, I'm truly grateful."
"You're my son, why wouldn't I love you? But I'm upset you didn't come for the whole month. Where have you been?" Mrs. Saad's concern was evident in her voice as she inquired about Taehyung's absence. Taehyung suppressed a sigh, trying to maintain his composure.
"I've been swamped with work, and then I've had meetings with Mufti Usman afterward. My schedule has been really tight," Taehyung replied, fabricating excuses to appease her. Mrs. Saad hummed thoughtfully on the other end of the phone.
"I understand work is important, but I want you home. You know Yazia's nikah is impending, and it's Eid-ul-Fitr too. I want you here beside me," Mrs. Saad insisted, her tone gentle but firm.
Taehyung felt a pang in his chest at Mrs. Saad's words, a reminder he was going lose his warrior, the loss of his beloved.
"I'll be there, Mrs. Saad," he promised, his voice strained with emotion. "I wouldn't miss it for anything."
As he hung up the phone, a heavy weight settled in his heart. The thought of Yazia's impending marriage and Eid celebrations without her by his side felt like a cruel twist of fate, a bitter pill to swallow. Taehyung's heart twisted with agony as Mrs. Saad's words echoed in his mind, each syllable a sharp stab to his already wounded soul.
"I can't bear this pain," Taehyung whispered to himself, the words barely audible. "To watch her marry another, to see her slip away from me forever... it's more than I can endure."
He clutched at his chest as if trying to physically contain the ache that threatened to consume him. "Ya Allah," he cried out, his voice filled with anguish. "Why must I suffer like this? Why must my heart shatter into a million pieces?"
Seated in his chair, Taehyung's mind raced with a torrent of thoughts and emotions. "I can't let it happen," he murmured to himself, his voice strained with desperation.
"I waited for you to intervene, Allah, but you didn't hear me. Now, Kim Taehyung will do it his own way. I need to stop this wedding."
The weight of his decision bore down on him like a crushing burden. "I won't stand by and watch her slip away from me," he declared, his voice ringing with unwavering conviction.
"I'll fight for her, until my last breath. I'll defy fate itself if I have to, but I won't let her go."
Taehyung gathered the scattered files on his desk and picked up his coat, his movements swift and resolute. As he made his way to the door, his secretary.
"Sir, you need to sign some files," the secretary reminded him, his tone respectful.
Taehyung gave him a brief nod, in urgency. "I don't have time right now," he replied firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument. "I have urgent matters to attend to. I'll deal with these later. Send them to my house."
With that, he patted the secretary's shoulder before walking away. Taehyung swiftly made his way to his car and sat in the car, the engine's hum providing a backdrop to his racing thoughts, Taehyung's brow furrowed in concentration. He ran through every possible scenario in his mind, searching for a way to halt the impending nikkah of Yazia.
"What can do", Taehyung thought rubbing his chin with his, driving with one hand. his mind churned with possibilities, each one more desperate than the last. The frustration bubbled within him, his emotions a tempest of anger and longing.
"I want to kill him," Taehyung muttered under his breath, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. But then, like a lightning bolt, Ha-Joon's words pierced through his thoughts, offering a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness.
"Why kill him when you can disappear him?"
Taehyung's eyes widened in realization, a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. Ha-Joon's suggestion ignited a spark of determination within him. "He is intelligent, Ha-Joon, you saved me," Taehyung exclaimed, a grin spreading across his face.
"I'll kidnap that Fasad... If there is no groom, how will the nikkah be completed? It will be stopped," he declared, his voice filled with amusement.
"Just wait you Fasad... or whatever your name is you'll regret even thinking about my love", Taehyung said with a smirk on his face.
"I'll never let you go my warrior even if you try your best you can never run away from me."
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Yazia was in the midst of offering her Zuhr prayer when Ayzal entered the room.
"Yazia..." Ayzal began, her voice trailing off as she observed her sister sitting on the prayer mat, a serene smile gracing her lips. Despite the gravity of the situation, Yazia seemed strangely at peace.
Hearing her name, Yazia turned to Ayzal, her smile widening.
"Yes, what happened, Fatima?" she asked calmly, rising from the prayer mat and folding it neatly.
"What are you doing?" Ayzal questioned; frustration evident in her tone as she struggled to reconcile Yazia's composed demeanor with the chaos surrounding them.
"Offering Zuhr. Did you offer your prayer?" Yazia responded calmly, stepping closer to Ayzal.
You're impossible. Are you really not going to put an end to all of this?" Ayzal exclaimed, frustration lacing her words.
Yazia raised an eyebrow, her expression calm. "Do I need to?" she asked, her question catching Ayzal off guard.
"Yes, you need to do something," Ayzal stammered in response, still taken aback by Yazia's nonchalant attitude.
"Why were you looking for me?" Yazia deflected, smoothly changing the subject, and Ayzal shook her head in disbelief.
"Eomma is waiting for you to see your Nikkah dress," Ayzal informed her, falling into step as Yazia began to walk.
"Has it arrived?" Yazia inquired, and Ayzal nodded. "It has, and you'll be shocked when you see it," she replied, her expression reflecting her unhappiness.
"Why?" Yazia questioned, her curiosity piqued. Ayzal chuckled bitterly at her question. "You'll see," she replied cryptically.
As they entered the living room where their mother and Mehk were sitting, Yazia's eyes widened at the sight of the dress laid out before her.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Mehk exclaimed, holding the dress up for Yazia to see, the heavy red fabric shimmering in the light.
"Why is it red? I thought we decided on white," Yazia said, confusion etching her features as she approached.
Mehk made a face of disdain. "Why white? I really hate that color. Who wears white at their wedding? It's a celebration, not a funeral," she remarked dismissively.
Yazia forced a smile, her heart sinking at the sight of the dress.
"Wait and watch, it's going to feel like a funeral for sure, with your dirty plans," Yazia thought bitterly, taking a seat beside her mother.
"Eomma, you know I love white, and I had decided on a white dress. But this... it's too much for me," Yazia tried to reason with her mother.
"Yazii, we don't have much time. Let's just go with this," Mehk intervened before their mother could respond. Yazia's expression soured, wanting to argue but ultimately holding her tongue.
"Look, it is pretty," Mrs. Saad chimed in, her eyes bright with excitement. Yazia forced a nod as she looked at the dress, her smile strained as she tried her best to contain her true feelings. Glancing around, she noticed something missing.
"Eomma, I think the hijab is missing," Yazia remarked, concern evident in her voice. "It should be here, look carefully," Mrs. Saad responded optimistically, prompting Yazia to search more closely.
"Don't tire yourself. I didn't order a hijab with it," Mehk interjected, her words causing a ripple of concern among them.
"But why, Gomo? You know I wear hijab," Yazia protested, her disappointment evident.
"It's your wedding. Why would you wear a hijab? My baby has beautiful hair. We'll style it in a pretty way," Mehak reasoned, but Yazia's heart sank at her words.
"But it's Yazia's choice what she wants," Ayzal interjected softly, careful not to offend anyone.
"Have you ever seen a bride wearing a hijab? Stop being so conservative. Yazia, you will not wear a hijab, and that's final," Mehk declared. Before Yazia could voice her dissent, her mother held her hand and shook her head lightly, signaling for her to stop.
Yazia reluctantly halted her protest and nodded, despite her inner turmoil.
"Last time I'll do anything you want," she thought bitterly to herself as Mehk announced the finality of her decision.
"Okay then, it's final. I'll place it in your closet," Mehak said, her excitement evident as she picked up the dress and headed upstairs.
Yazia watched her cheerful departure with a mixture of resentment and resignation. Turning back to her own mother, she couldn't hold back her frustration any longer.
"Why did you stop me? You know how important this hijab matter is to me," she questioned, and her mother frowned, her words cutting deeper than Yazia expected.
"You never wore it before, and you only started wearing hijab a few months ago. Now you're making a fuss?" Mrs. Saad's words stung, catching Yazia off guard with their callousness.
Biting her lip to hold back her tears, Yazia nodded. "Your hijab is not more important than your relationships. She's not just your aunt anymore; she's your mother-in-law now. Listen to her, or no one will tolerate your stubbornness," Mrs. Saad added, her words adding salt to Yazia's wounds.
"Assalamualaikum!!"
Taehyung stepped inside cheerfully greeting taking all attention away from Yazia. He was standing there at the back quietly just observing what was going on and seeing Yazia's distress he decided to jump in.
"Walaikumassalam!!"
Mrs. Saad's warm reply softened at Taehyung's presence. "Taehyung, my prince, it's been so long since we last saw you. Everything alright with work?" she inquired; her concern evident.
"Yes, work has been keeping me quite occupied lately. But I've missed being around here," Taehyung replied, his tone polite yet genuine. "It's okay now that you're here. I'm happy you came."
"I came because you called me. How could I disobey you?" he added a hint of playful affection in his words. Mrs. Saad chuckled at his words, her eyes softening with warmth. Taehyung then turned his gaze to Yazia, who met his eyes with a blank stare.
"Finally, I get to see your face. It feels peaceful," Taehyung thought to himself,
a gentle smile gracing his lips as he redirected his attention to Mrs. Saad. "I'm here now. Tell me if you need anything. I'll help you with all the wedding preparations."
Ayzal raised her eyebrows in surprise at his offer, while Yazia narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him, sensing there might be more to his eagerness to help.
"He's up to something," Yazia thought to herself as she quietly slipped away from the room, not wanting to be there more. Yazia felt a little hurt by her mother's words. "She should understand she is my mother why she is taunting me too," Yazia mumbled on her way to her room.
"Don't worry, we'll handle it all," Mrs. Saad reassured Taehyung, patting his shoulder affectionately. "But I am family too. I have some responsibilities, so let me help with the work," Taehyung insisted, Mrs. Saad smiled warmly at him.
"As you wish. You're so kind, my prince," she replied.
"Thank you, it's my pleasure to assist in any way I can," Taehyung replied with a gracious nod.
Ayzal, still processing Taehyung's unexpected involvement, couldn't help but feel a mix of surprise and curiosity. "What's gotten into him?" she wondered silently, watching as Taehyung eagerly began discussing wedding preparations with their mother.
"Ya Allah, what are they both doing?" Ayzal muttered to herself, her astonishment growing as Taehyung rolled up his sleeves and offered to assist Mrs. Saad with decorating.
"Let me help with setting up the decorations," Taehyung said with a warm smile before walking up to the workers who were busy adorning the house.
Ayzal watched in disbelief as Taehyung joined in, his willingness to help with the decorations on his lover's wedding day leaving her dumbfounded. Mrs. Saad smiled and made her way to the kitchen to see what was going on in the kitchen.
Ayzal observed Taehyung closely, noticing a lack of any visible signs of hurt or upset on his face. Unlike the last time when he left, he seemed surprisingly at ease with the upcoming wedding, which only served to frustrate Ayzal even more.
After a few minutes of silent observation, Ayzal couldn't contain her frustration any longer. She made her way over to Taehyung, who was engaged in conversation with one of the workers.
"Hey! Listen to me, I've got some work for you," Ayzal said firmly, prompting Taehyung to nod and gesture for the worker to go before turning his attention to her.
"What work, Fatima?" Taehyung asked calmly, and Ayzal glared at him.
"You gave up pretty easily. I didn't expect that from you. Weren't you the one spouting nonsense about how much you love Yazia? And now look at you, happily helping with her wedding preparations," Ayzal vented out, unable to contain her exasperation. Taehyung chuckled softly, causing Ayzal to shake her head in disbelief.
"You're laughing? Is this a laughing matter?" Ayzal demanded; her tone tinged with annoyance.
"Who told you I gave up?" Taehyung replied with a strange confidence, his gaze steady.
"Then what's with your behavior? You're not even worried, and there's Yazia, who's aware of everything and still marrying this Asad," Ayzal retorted, frustration evident in her voice.
"What truth?" Taehyung asked, intrigued by Ayzal's words, his brows furrowing in confusion.
Ayzal hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to reveal the full extent of her concerns to Taehyung. But seeing the earnest curiosity in his eyes, she decided to speak up.
"The truth about Gomo and Asad's intentions," Ayzal began, her voice tinged with urgency. "They're not what they seem, Taehyung. There's something sinister going on, and Yazia is walking right into it."
Taehyung's expression shifted, a flicker of concern crossing his features. "What do you mean? What intentions?" he asked, his tone serious.
Ayzal took a deep breath, steeling herself to disclose what she had heard. "I overheard them plotting to manipulate Yazia and Appa, to take advantage of our family's trust," she explained, her words pouring out in a rush. "They're after our property and money, Taehyung. And they'll stop at nothing to get it."
Taehyung's eyes widened in shock at Ayzal's revelation, his mind racing to process the gravity of the situation. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice low with concern.
Ayzal nodded firmly.
"I heard it with my own ears, Taehyung. We can't let them get away with it, Insha'Allah," she declared.
"I knew that Fasad guy was really shady, the way he talked was so suspicious," Taehyung muttered, his expression darkening with realization. "But I never imagined it would go this far."
Ayzal nodded in agreement. "Exactly! And now, Yazia is walking into a trap, and we need to do something about it," she urged, her voice urgent.
Taehyung clenched his fists. "Now I don't feel bad about what I am going to do," Taehyung said, his jaw clenched.
"What have you planned?" Ayzal asked curiously, her eyes widening with intrigue.
"I am going to stop this wedding," Taehyung declared, a smirk appearing on his face as he spoke.
"How?" Ayzal inquired, her curiosity piqued.
Taehyung gave her an evil look before confessing, "I am going to kidnap Fasad before the Nikkah."
Ayzal's eyes widened in shock at Taehyung's bold declaration. "Kidnap him?" she exclaimed; her voice filled with disbelief. "But isn't that too extreme?"
Taehyung shrugged nonchalantly. "Extreme times call for extreme measures," he replied, "If the so-called groom isn't there, how will the wedding continue?" he reasoned, a hint of satisfaction in his voice.
Ayzal's skepticism was palpable as she processed Taehyung's plan. "But kidnapping someone? That's not the right way to handle this," she protested.
Taehyung paused for a moment, his expression serious as he considered Ayzal's words. "I understand your hesitation, Ayzal," he began, his tone steady. "But think about it. We can't let Yazia walk into a marriage based on deceit and manipulation. This is the only way to protect her and our family's interests."
"Our family aren't you getting too much comfortable?" Ayzal said to him making Taehyung chuckle.
"Write it anywhere I am going to be your brother-in-law," Taehyung said with confined Ayzal nodded and said.
"Insha'Allah, we need to say Insha'Allah before after claims like that." Taehyung licked his lips and nodded.
"Okay so get ready because, in the end, I'll be your brother-in-law, insha'Allah,"Taehyung repeated wiggling his eyebrows and Ayzal shook her head.
"But what if something goes wrong?" she countered, again turning attention to the real topic.
"Trust me, Ayzal. I've thought this through," he assured her. "And we need to take risks to save everyone," Taehyung continued his words.
Ayzal hesitated for a moment, her mind still wrestling with doubts. Nodding slowly, she conceded, "Okay, but let's be careful. We can't afford to make any mistakes."
Taehyung let out a sigh of relief, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"Nice, now will you help me get that Fasad out of the house tomorrow?" he asked, his tone eager.
"Of course, I'll help you," she replied, her voice steady despite the lingering unease in her mind. "We'll make sure everything goes according to plan."
Taehyung grinned appreciatively at Ayzal's assurance. "Great, I knew I could count on you," he said, "Together, we'll put an end to this." Both turned around when they heard a familiar voice.
"What is going on here?"
Mr. Saad's voice boomed, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed the scene before him. Ayzal and Taehyung exchanged nervous glances, realizing they had been caught in the midst of their plotting.
Ayzal opened her mouth to explain, but Mr. Saad held up a hand, silencing her before she could speak.
"Whatever you two are planning, remember that your actions have consequences," he said sternly. But Ayzal and Taehyung seemed to tune out Mr. Saad's words, their faces paling as they exchanged worried looks.
"I don't hear anything, and I'll not stop you guys, but be ready for what you got after all this," Mr. Saad stated with a heavy sigh, his voice tinged with resignation. With these words, he turned and walked away, disappearing into the house without another glance back.
Ayzal and Taehyung exchanged a silent look, the weight of Mr. Saad's warning hanging heavily in the air. Despite his apparent acceptance of their actions, they knew that there would be consequences to face, repercussions that they would need to confront head-on.
"Taehyung, you heard Appa. He didn't oppose us. If he truly disagreed, he would have stopped us right here and now. We can't let this opportunity slip away," she said, her voice steady. Taehyung nodded and looked in the direction where Mr. Saad went.
"Let's do this for my love— My warrior," Taehyung muttered nodding mindlessly. A thought struck Taehyung amidst the intensity of their planning, prompting him to turn to Ayzal with a request.
"You have any pictures of the dress she selected for the wedding?" Taehyung inquired, his eyes focused and intent. Ayzal nodded in response, a flicker of curiosity sparking in her gaze.
"Give them to me," Taehyung requested, causing Ayzal to furrow her brow in confusion.
"What will you do with them?" she questioned, handing him her phone with the dress pictures displayed. Taehyung examined them closely, his expression thoughtful.
"As expected, it's white. She's obsessed with this color," Taehyung commented, earning a skeptical glance from Ayzal.
"You seem to know a lot about Yazia," she remarked, her tone laced with curiosity.
Taehyung's smile widened, reminiscent of a lovesick puppy.
"I observe her every move. At this point, I know almost everything about my warrior," he confessed, his eyes reflecting a deep affection and admiration for Yazia.
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As Taehyung hurried out of the house, the evening air enveloping him in its cool embrace, he spotted Mr. Saad standing nearby. Their eyes met briefly, and Taehyung offered a respectful nod in acknowledgment before continuing on his way.
But before he could proceed, Mr. Saad's gentle voice called out to him.
"Don't forget to offer your Isha," he reminded Taehyung, his tone carrying a subtle warmth.
Taehyung paused with a nod he assured him, "I won't forget." With that, he continued on his way, his mind focused on the urgent task at hand.
Seated inside his car, Taehyung took a moment to gather his thoughts. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
"Let's get your wish done, my warrior," he murmured softly, his words a silent promise to Yazia. With that, he started the engine.
As Taehyung drove through the bustling streets, his mind focused on the task at hand. He needed to find the perfect wedding dress for Yazia, one that matched her vision. Pulling up outside a designer boutique, he quickly made his way inside.
However, his search proved to be more challenging than he had anticipated. Despite browsing through numerous options, none of the dresses seemed to capture the essence of what Yazia desired.
Finally, he approached the designer with a determined expression. "I need a dress," he began, his voice firm. "But not just any dress. It needs to be customized to perfection, exactly to the specifications of the bride."
The designer raised an eyebrow at Taehyung's request, but after a moment of consideration, nodded in agreement. "It will be a challenge, but I'm up for it," he replied.
"I need it delivered before the sunrise tomorrow," Taehyung added. The designer's eyebrows shot up in surprise at Taehyung's tight deadline. "That's quite the tight schedule," he remarked, a hint of concern.
"I understand the urgency," He replied, their tone serious. "But such a quick turn around will require additional resources and manpower."
Taehyung nodded, undeterred. "I'll give you whatever you need. Just name your price, but I need the dress before morning," he reiterated. The designer studied Taehyung for a moment if he is bluffing.
Taehyung pulled out his wallet and took out the black card inside holding it up to the designer.
The designer's eyes widened in surprise as Taehyung produced the black card, he glanced at the card, recognizing its significance, and then back at Taehyung with newfound respect.
"Very well," he said. "With that anything can happen." Taehyung nodded, relieved that the designer had agreed to his terms. He handed the card to him.
Taehyung breathed a sigh of relief. But there was one more important detail to address – the hijab. Remembering Yazia's wish to wear a hijab on her wedding day, Taehyung made sure to emphasize this to the designer.
"I need the dress to be complemented with a hijab," he explained, his tone unwavering. "It's a important part of the bride's attire, and it must be perfect." The designer nodded and gave him a respectful smile. "I'll do my best."
Taehyung nodded and filled out the address where it should be delivered.
"Anything for you my warrior"
Taehyung said and walked out Despite knowing that his actions might disrupt the wedding plans, but for him, Yazia's wish was way more important than anything else. He smiled and whispered to himself.
"Even if the wedding doesn't proceed as planned, you'll wear what you like and want, and I'll make it happen."
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"For you I can forget my limits, oh do I even have limits"
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Longest chapter I wrote take it as compensation for disappearing.
Hi!! I know I am late a lot of late but my family took me out on vacation, so I was unable to write!! I am sorry for making you wait.
I am trying to update fast now so tight your hijabs this week going to be fun no sad stuff just a big mess and chaos!!
Hope you are in good health and happy!! I am praying for you!! Keep smiling!
From V
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