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𝐻𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝐴𝑙𝑙𝑎ℎ 𝑤ℎ𝑜'𝑠 𝑂𝑛𝑒...

Taehyung reclined casually in his plush chair, a smug grin playing on his lips as he watched Farasha meticulously organize his schedule. His fame as a Korean idol and actor had granted him an unshakeable confidence that bordered on arrogance, and his playful teasing of Farasha was a constant source of amusement for him.

"Humaira," Taehyung drawled, using his favorite nickname for her, "tell me again why you waste so much time on those prayers. Seems like a lot of effort for something that doesn't even guarantee you a response."

Farasha, known for her patience and deep-rooted faith, sighed inwardly but remained composed. She continued her work, her fingers deftly sorting through papers as she spoke. "Taehyung, prayer is a conversation with Allah," she explained calmly, her voice carrying a hint of gentle conviction. "It's about seeking guidance and finding peace within oneself."

Taehyung leaned forward, his expression mocking yet curious. "Guidance, huh?" he mused, his voice tinged with skepticism. "I don't need guidance. I make my own path."

Farasha paused for a moment, her gaze steady as she met Taehyung's challenging stare. "Perhaps," she acknowledged softly, "but even the strongest of us need a guiding light in moments of darkness."

Taehyung chuckled dismissively, waving a hand as if to brush off her words. "You're too serious, Humaira," he teased, his tone laced with playful arrogance. "Why don't you loosen up? Live a little."

Farasha shook her head slightly, a faint smile touching her lips despite his persistent teasing. She reached for her Tasbih (prayer beads), her fingers tracing the smooth beads with a practiced ease. "Living doesn't mean abandoning faith," she countered gently, her voice resonating with quiet resolve.

Undeterred by her response, Taehyung leaned closer, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Alright then," he challenged, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Tell me something from your Quran that might actually make sense to someone like me."

Farasha regarded him thoughtfully for a moment, her mind racing to find a verse that might resonate with Taehyung's skeptical heart. Finally, she spoke, her voice clear and unwavering:

"وَالَّذِينَ جَاهَدُوا فِينَا لَنَهْدِيَنَّهُمْ سُبُلَنَا ۚ وَإِنَّ اللَّهَ لَمَعَ الْمُحْسِنِينَ"

"And those who strive for Us - We will surely guide them to Our ways. And indeed, Allah is with the doers of good." (Quran, 29:69)

Taehyung's playful demeanor faltered slightly at the weight of her words. He sat back in his chair, a rare moment of contemplation crossing his features. "Guidance through striving," he mused quietly, his voice tinged with introspection.

Farasha watched him with a glimmer of hope in her eyes, sensing a crack in his facade of arrogance. "Faith is not given freely, Taehyung," she continued gently, her tone soft yet resolute. "It's earned through sincerity and struggle."

Silence settled between them, filled only by the distant hum of activity outside the dressing room. Taehyung broke the quiet with a sigh, his expression a mix of frustration and intrigue. "You make it sound so simple," he admitted quietly, his gaze lingering on her Tasbih.

Farasha smiled warmly, a gesture of understanding and acceptance. "Sometimes, simplicity is the key to finding peace," she offered, her voice carrying a gentle wisdom born from years of devotion.

As Taehyung and Farasha delved deeper into their conversation about faith and belief, the dressing room door swung open with a dramatic flourish. In walked a strikingly beautiful girl, clad in stylish attire that accentuated her figure, and she wasted no time in wrapping herself around Taehyung with an air of familiarity.