My Halal Romance JJk📒🖇️

Episode 4✨

Author POV

Ibrahim's eyes fluttered open, his senses slowly awakening to the soft glow of dawn filtering through the curtains. With a gentle sigh, he reached out to silence his alarm, the sound a jarring interruption to the tranquility of the morning.As he sat up in bed, his gaze fell upon Muskan, Ibrahim's gaze softened as he watched Muskan sleeping peacefully, her gentle breaths a soothing melody in the quiet of the night. Despite his exhaustion, a sense of longing stirred within him, a desire to share the sacred moments of the pre-dawn prayers with her by his side.

With a tender smile, Ibrahim reached out to gently shake Muskan awake, his voice a soft whisper in the stillness of the room. "Muskan, wake up," he murmured, his hand brushing against her shoulder.

Muskan stirred from her slumber, her eyes fluttering open as she blinked away the remnants of sleep. A soft smile graced her lips as she looked up at Ibrahim, her gaze filled with warmth and affection.

"What is it, Ibrahim?" she asked, her voice laced with sleepiness.

"It's time for tahajjud salah," he replied gently, his heart swelling with gratitude for the opportunity to share this sacred practice with her.

Muskan's eyes widened in surprise, a mixture of awe and delight dancing in their depths. "Tahajjud salah?" she echoed, her voice tinged with excitement.

Ibrahim nodded, his own excitement mirrored in his eyes. "Yes, let's pray together," he said, his hand reaching out to help her rise from the bed.

After praying tahajjud and fajr salah together, Muskan and Ibrahim went their separate ways to freshen up for the day ahead. Muskan headed to the bathroom, while Ibrahim made his way to the guest room...to take shower

Muskan POV

As I stepped out of the refreshing shower, I wrapped myself in a towel, relishing the warmth and comfort it provided. After drying my hair, I hung the towel on the stand and made my way to the balcony.

The sight that greeted me took my breath away – the sprawling landscape of Korea stretched out before me, bathed in the soft hues of dawn. The beauty of the scenery filled me with awe, and I couldn't help but marvel at the majesty of Allah's creation.

"Mashallah, this location of Korea is so beautiful," I whispered to myself, feeling grateful to witness such a breathtaking sight. Standing there, surrounded by nature's splendor, I felt a sense of peace wash over me, the beauty of the moment etching itself into my memory forever.

As I thought go downstairs ..... As I descended the stairs, the aroma of spices and sizzling food greeted me, drawing me towards the kitchen. There, I found Ibrahim, sleeves rolled up and fully engrossed in the culinary task at hand.

Despite his formal attire, he seemed completely at ease, his attention focused solely on the dish he was preparing.I watched silently for a moment, captivated by the sight of Ibrahim's skillful movements as he expertly navigated the kitchen. There was a sense of calm and purpose in his demeanor, a quiet confidence that spoke volumes about his capabilities.

With a soft smile, I approached him, careful not to disturb his concentration. "What are you cooking?" I inquired, curiosity piqued by the delicious smells wafting from the stove. Ibrahim glanced up, a warm smile gracing his features as he greeted me." I'm preparing breakfast go take a seat,"

As Muskan sat at the table, a small pout graced her lips, a silent protest against the feeling of being overlooked in the kitchen. Ibrahim, noticing her expression, couldn't help but chuckle at her adorable demeanor before taking a seat across from her.