A Love Unveiled || thv halal ff

chapter no 4

Taehyung walked out of the cafeteria, his mind still replaying the brief encounter with the hijabi girl. He hadn't even seen her face, but something about her confident stride and unique appearance lingered in his thoughts. He shrugged it off, focusing on his plans for the day. "Just another girl trying to make a statement," he thought, dismissing the idea.

But as the day went on, Taehyung found himself drifting back to the memory of her sharp jawline, the subtle curve of her nose, and the hint of full lips. He couldn't explain why, but there was something about her that piqued his curiosity. Perhaps it was the way she seemed immune to his charm, or the way her hijab and modest dress stood out in a sea of revealing outfits.

After a long day at university, Taehyung returned home, tired and ready to crash. As he walked into his luxurious bedroom, he flopped onto the bed, tossing his phone aside. His thoughts drifting back to the girl in the hijab. He couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to her than met the eye. He lay back, hands behind his head and stared at ceiling.

"Who was she?" he thought to himself, his mind conjuring up images of her walking away from him. He sighed, chiding himself for wasting time thinking about someone he'd probably never see again. But the thought lingered, like a whispered promise in the back of his mind. Taehyung's mind began to wander, imagining what she might be like, what her name was, and what lay behind that enigmatic expression. Taehyung was drawn to Eyaana's unique personality and style, which shone through her confident and modest demeanor. Her hijab, a symbol of her devotion and values, intrigued him. The way she carried herself with poise and grace, without revealing too much, sparked his curiosity. Her beauty was not just about physical appearance but also about the strength and character. He was captivated by the mystery and depth she seemed to possess, and he found himself wanting to learn more about her, to uncover the secrets behind her reserved demeanor. Little did he know, their paths would cross again soon, and Taehyung's life would never be the same.

Taehyung lay in bed, his mind still racing with thoughts of Eyaana. He couldn't shake off the memory of her sharp jawline and a hint of full lips.

He sat up, running a hand through his hair.

"What's so captivating about her that you're thinking continuously about her, Taehyung??"

he asked himself, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice.

Just as he was starting to feel like he was going crazy, his phone rang.
"Hey, man ! What's up?" his friend , Sunjin, boomed through the speaker. "Not much, just lying here," Taehyung replied, his voice laced with boredom.

"Get dressed, we're hitting the club tonight!" Sungjin exclaimed.

Taehyung hesitated for a moment before getting up from the bed . Maybe a night out was just what he needed to forget about Eyaana. He got dressed in his signature style- black jeans, white shirt, and a leather jacket. He slipped on his black boots and grabbed his helmet. Taehyung owned a sleek black Kawasaki Ninja, his prized possession. He loved the rush of adrenaline he felt when he rode it, the wind in his hair, and the roar of the engine. He revved the engine and sped out of his driveway, feeling the night air rush past him.

The bike journey was exhilarating, the city lights blurring together as he sped towards the club. Taehyung felt alive, free from the thoughts of Eyaana that had haunted him all day.

As he arrived at the club, the bouncer nodded in recognition. "Hey, Taehyung! What brings you here tonight?"

Taehyung flashed a charming smile. "Just need a night out, my friend. The usual."