HIS LOVE FROM HEAVEN | HALAL FF| JJK

Part 15

Jungkook: "Oh, I care. I care alot, darling. You belong to me & me only. If someone even dare to touch you, I'll cut their hands & gouge their eyes out. You understand that, wifey?"

*NEHAL'S POV*

(A rush of warmth spread through my chest, an overwhelming relief. My breath caught in my throat, and for a moment, the world seemed to pause. My eyes met his, and in them, i saw a reflection of my emotions. His gaze was steady, sincere, and filled with an intensity that made my heart swell. I felt a smile tugging at the corners of my lips but then I stopped and looked at him when I spoke )

Nehal: "What do you mean by that, I am no one's okay and who gives you the right to call me "darling"? Just be in your limits and get away from me right now."

( Jungkook scoffed and spoke)

Jungkook: "You are my wife, damnit. I can call you anything I want"

( He said while slamming his hand on the wall when Nehal bent down and freed herself from his caged arms as she spoke )

Nehal: "For Allah sake just stop calling me your wife. How many times should I tell you that I'm not your wife."

Jungkook: "And remember that I'll call you that till my last breath."

Nehal: "I don't understand what in world is wrong with you, why are you being so possessive when you hate me? Why do you care who touches me or not? Don't forget Jungkook this is just a so-called forced marriage in your eyes but for me it's not, so don't think that you own me and why are you wasting your time here with me, go to that girl who you once bring here as your one nigh---- "

Jungkook: "NEHALLLLLL!!!!"

(The argument had reached a fever pitch, words flying between you like daggers. His face was a mask of rage, eyes blazing, fists clenched at his sides. The room seemed to shrink. Suddenly, his hand flew up, aiming for her face. Time slowed as her heart pounded in her chest. She braced herself, eyes wide with shock and hurt But then, something shifted. His eyes met hers, you saw a flicker of something else-hesitation, regret. His raised hand trembled, the anger in his eyes slowly giving way to realization. He stopped. His hand hovered in the air, before he slowly lowered it, the tension in his body easing as he took a step back. The rage that had consumed him ebbed, replaced by a deep, visible remorse while the room blurred around Nehal In that split second, and she was a little girl again, standing in the shadow of her father's looming figure, she paused for a moment and spoke )

Nehal: "Why did you stopped? Slap me, beat me."

( She screamed)

Jungkook: "Nehal-- I'm."

Nehal: "You know what, today you just looked like my father who raised hands on me just like you did now."

(Jungkook's face softened, the anger melting away as he listened. He took a step closer, his eyes filled with a mixture of shock and sorrow)

Nehal: "Just leave Jungkook, leave."

( He was ashamed of his action, he nodded and slowly walked away when nehal broke down in tears. The memories flooding back vividly in her mind making her hard to compose)

Nehal: "I thought- I thought you changed Jungkook but I was wrong about you."

( He listened to her last words before exiting the room)

*AT THE BAR*

(Jungkook sat at the dimly lit bar, drinking his drink. The noise of clinking glasses and low conversations buzzed around him, but his mind was elsewhere. He hadn't stopped thinking about Nehal and the look on her face when he had raised his hand. His friend Mark slid onto the stool next to him, signaling the bartender for a beer)