Patience|| halal KTH/JKff

●𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑 # 17

                        Talha's pov :

I see my pretty soul, and she also sees me. Then I go to her, hold her hand, and say:

"Wifey, are you feeling better now?"

She blinks her eyes to signal yes.

"Wifey, you had a fever. Why didn’t you tell me? You know I was so worried about you. But Alhamdulillah, you're fine now."

She smiles after hearing my words.

"You should rest. Tomorrow, we'll go home," I say.

"But Talha, everyone is waiting for us," she replies.

"I’ll call them later, but right now, your health is more important to me. So please, sleep," I insist.

She nods and closes her eyes. After some time, she falls asleep.

I just watch her, wondering how she looks without her niqab. Does she look even more beautiful than her eyes? Or are her eyes the most beautiful part of her hidden beauty? I talk to myself as I gaze at Ezzah, then Ibrahim enters the room.

"Bro, is she sleeping?" Ibrahim whispers as he glances at Ezzah.

"Shh, speak softly," I say, putting a finger to my lips.

"Oh, okay," he whispers back.

"Bro, can you come with me? I need to tell you something," Ibrahim whispers in my ear.

"Okay," I nod, and we both quietly step outside.

"Bro, Rehan has escaped from our prison," Ibrahim says.

"What? How and when?" I ask, shocked.

"Just a short while ago. The guards called and said he’s gone to look for Ezzah."

"I can’t believe it. I feel ashamed he was once my friend," I say.

"Bro, it’s not your fault. He’s unlucky for having failed as a friend," Ibrahim tries to console me.

"Hmm."

"Don’t be upset, bro. He’ll disappear eventually. We’ll find him," Ibrahim reassures me.

Just then, I see someone approaching us. I suddenly realize it’s Rehan.

"Rehan?" I call out.

"Yes, yes, brother, I will find him," Ibrahim says, but I stop him.

"See? He’s here. No need to search," I say, holding Ibrahim’s face and looking back at Rehan.

Rehan stares at me and says, "Yes, I’m Rehan," grabbing me by the collar.

"Tell me, where’s Ezzah? Tell me, dude!" Rehan demands.

"Watch your tone," I say angrily.

"Tone? You’re the one who took away your friend’s future wife and brought her here," Rehan accuses.

"Shame on you for forcing your friend’s love to marry you! Did you even think about whether that girl wanted to marry you?" I yell, furious.

"Just tell me where Ezzah is," Rehan insists.

"There," Ibrahim points to the room where Ezzah is.

Rehan drops my collar and runs inside.

I glare at Ibrahim and follow Rehan inside.

"Ezzah, what are you doing here? Are you okay?" Rehan asks frantically.

Ezzah looks terrified, her eyes wide as she stares at Rehan.