My Halal Romance JJk📒🖇️

Episode 8 ✨

Finally getting off the plane, guards surrounded the area, ensuring security. Muskan descended from the plane, with Jungkook following closely behind her.

Muskan's POV

"Alhamdulillah, finally we reached Dubai," I said, smiling behind my veil. Ibrahim chuckled, amused by my excitement. I turned to look at him and noticed he was wearing a cap and mask, which made me frown.

"Why are you wearing a mask and cap, Ibu?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. He stared at me for a moment before taking my hand in his, holding it tightly.

"It's for security reasons, my love ," he said gently. "I need to ensure our safety, especially in a new place like this."

I nodded, understanding his concern but still feeling a bit uneasy. "But you're with me. Nothing will happen, right?" I squeezed his hand, seeking reassurance.

Ibrahim sighed and pulled me closer. "I know, my love. But there are some things you don't know about. Trust me, okay?"

I could see the worry in his eyes despite the mask. I wanted to ask more but decided to let it go for now. "Okay, I trust you," I said softly.

We walked towards the car waiting for us, surrounded by the guards. The city's energy was palpable, and despite the underlying tension, I couldn't help but feel excited about exploring Dubai with Ibrahim.

As we settled into the car, I glanced at him again. "Ibu, will you show me around the city?"

He smiled behind his mask. "Of course, my dear. We'll make the most of our time here."

We finally reached the hotel in Dubai, which was enormous and incredibly luxurious. I got out of the car and was struck by the grandeur of the golden exterior, which looked even more expensive up close. As I stood there, taking it all in, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see Ibrahim looking at me with a worried expression. I smiled behind my veil to reassure him.

"Why did you book this expensive hotel? We should have taken a smaller one. This is too big," I said, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the opulence.

Ibrahim squeezed my shoulder gently and smiled, his eyes softening. "Muskan, you deserve the best. I want you to be comfortable and happy. Besides, security is better here, and we need to be cautious."

I nodded, understanding his reasoning but still feeling a bit out of place in such a lavish setting.

He led me inside, our guards following closely behind. The lobby was even more extravagant, with marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and an air of elegance that seemed almost unreal. I couldn't help but feel a little dazed by it all.

Ibrahim guided me to the reception desk and handled the check-in process swiftly. As we were escorted to our suite, I couldn't shake the feeling that this trip was more than just a getaway. There was something Ibrahim wasn't telling me, but I decided to focus on the moment and enjoy our time together.

The receptionist handed us the key and led us to our room. I noticed something off; I could feel someone's eyes on us. I gulped and looked around but found no one. Suddenly, I flinched when my head bumped into someone. I looked up to see Ibrahim, his eyes showing concern even though his face was partly covered by his hair, mask, and cap. I could still sense his pout behind the mask.

"What's wrong, my dear?" he asked, cupping my clothed cheeks. His touch was gentle, filled with warmth and reassurance.

"Nothing, I am just surprised to see around," I replied, trying to laugh off my nervousness. I chuckled at my own sentence, hoping to ease the tension I felt. Hearing Ibrahim giggle, a sense of comfort washed over me.