Mafia and Muslimah: A journey to iman

part:20

Taehyung entered the house, finding all the family members gathered in the lounge.

He approached and took a seat among them. Mr. Khalid looked up, concern etched on his face.

"Taehyung, how is Hayat?"

Taehyung sighed, the weight of the news he carried evident in his expression.

"I went to their place, but they weren’t there. A girl named Mia was at the mansion. She tricked Ali into signing over all his property to her."

" He signed the document without reading it, and today she threw them out of the house."

Mr. Khalid massaged his temples, the strain clear.

"On the first day in her new home, my daughter is thrown out into the streets. What kind of fate is this?"

Mrs. Khalid’s eyes welled with tears, her voice trembling.

"How could this happen? What will they do now?"

Taehyung leaned forward, his voice firm and resolute.

"I'm going there this evening. If any of you want to join, you can come with me. And if they need any financial help, I’ll be there for them."

Mr. Khalid reached out, caressing Taehyung's shoulder, his eyes filled with gratitude.

"We are very lucky to have you, Taehyung. You've always supported us in our difficult times."

"You even sacrificed your own love for Hayat’s happiness. You truly are a gem."

Taehyung’s gaze softened, his determination unwavering.

"I did what I had to. Hayat’s happiness is what matters most. But now, we need to make sure they’re safe and supported."

Mrs. Khalid nodded, wiping her tears. "We’ll come with you. Hayat needs her family right now."

Taehyung nodded, feeling a sense of purpose.

"Then let’s go together. We’ll show them they’re not alone in this."

As the family prepared to stand by Hayat and Jeon Ali, the bond of their support strengthened, ready to face the challenges ahead together.

Hayat was rummaging through the drawers when she discovered a small, beautifully decorated box.

She opened it to find Henna cones inside. Her face lit up with joy, and she couldn’t contain her excitement.

"Ali!" she called out.

Jeon Ali, who was busy cleaning the house, heard her and quickly made his way to her.

"What happened, Hayat? Why are you so excited?" he asked, curious.

Hayat beamed at him, holding up the mehndi cones. "Guess what I found!"

Ali narrowed his eyes playfully, pretending to ponder.

"What could it be? A treasure map? Gold coins?"

Hayat giggled, shaking her head.

"No, silly. It’s Henna! I’ve been wanting to put Henna on my hands for so long."

Ali looked at the cones, his expression curious. "Henna? How do you use it?"

Hayat’s eyes sparkled as she explained.