Mafia and Muslimah: A journey to iman

part:2🦋

He had been searching everywhere for the girl in the hijab who had caught his eye earlier. His eyes scanned the area until they landed on a girl standing a little away from the changing rooms. Determined, he made his way over to her."Where is your friend? The girl in the hijab?" he asked, trying to catch his breath. Hewas looking extremely dangerous.

The girl froze, her eyes wide with apprehension as she looked at him. She didn't answer, her silence thick with fear.

"Where is she?" he demanded, his tone growing impatient and a bit angry.

Jungkook's patience wore thin. "WHERE IS SHE?" he demanded angrily.

Startled by his intensity, the girl hesitantly pointed towards the changing rooms. Without another word, Jungkook rushed over and started knocking on the door

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Jungkook immediately rushed over and started knocking on the door. Inside, Fatima assumed it was her friend. "Just a second," she called out, opening the door. She froze when she saw Jungkook standing there, his eyes wide and mesmerized by her beauty.

She wore a modest red gown with her hair cascading down her shoulders, looking effortlessly stunning. "You..." she began, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jungkook's senses heightened as he heard approaching footsteps. He recognized them instantly and knew the complications they could bring. With a quick, urgent glance, he signaled to Fatima's friend not to reveal their presence. Fatima stood frozen, her world unraveling around her. Her carefully guarded secret, her beauty, now exposed unexpectedly to Jungkook.

Reacting swiftly, Jungkook gently pushed Fatima back into the changing room and closed the door, locking it behind them. Fatima trembled, overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events. Jungkook averted his gaze, feeling deeply apologetic for intruding on her privacy.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice filled with regret. He glanced around the room, searching for her to cover herself.

Silence hung heavily between them for a moment, punctuated only by the sound of their uneven breathing. Fatima wiped away a tear that had escaped, feeling a mix of frustration and vulnerability.

Finally, Jungkook spoke again, his voice earnest. "I found your hijab," he said, holding it out to her gently. "Here."

Fatima took the hijab, her hands shaking as she carefully put it on, trying to regain her composure. Jungkook stood awkwardly by, giving her the space she needed. After a moment, she managed to collect herself enough to speak.

Fatima's emotions surged as she confronted Jungkook, her anger and sense of violation overwhelming her. Tears streaked down her cheeks as she struggled to find words to express her dismay. "Why did you come in here?" she demanded harshly, her voice quivering with raw emotion.

"You had no right!" Jungkook stood before her, his eyes filled with remorse and regret. Before he could respond, her hand shot out in a swift, sharp slap across his cheek. The sound echoed in the small space, punctuating the tension between them.

Stunned, Jungkook staggered back slightly, his hand instinctively rising to his stinging cheek. He looked at Fatima, his gaze a mixture of hurt and understanding. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, his voice tinged with sorrow. "I didn't mean to... I just..." Fatima shook her head, her anger not yet subsiding. "You shouldn't have come in," she insisted, her voice trembling with emotion. "You shouldn't have." Jungkook nodded, his expression contrite. "I know," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I should have respected your privacy. I'm truly sorry." There was a heavy silence between them, the air thick with unspoken words and the weight of their encounter. Fatima took a step back, her hand still trembling from the force of her actions. "Please go," she said finally, her voice hoarse. "Just... go." Jungkook nodded again, his heart heavy with guilt.