She said:
"I abandoned everything I held dear, trusting Allah with my heart. If He decrees us to be together, no power on earth can defy His will. But if not, then I pray He grants me the strength to endure this storm."
He said:
"I despised the fire...
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Appiii...!!
Zara’s eyes widened in surprise as she glanced back, her heart nearly stopping at the sight of her younger brother, Zain, leaning casually against a tree, a playful smile on his face. The disbelief in her eyes quickly turned to joy as she rushed towards him, her footsteps light with excitement. Without a second thought, she threw her arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. Zain returned the hug just as tightly, his eyes closing as he reveled in the comfort of his sister’s familiar warmth.
Jungkook, standing a few feet away, watched the scene unfold with a mixture of curiosity and unease. His eyes, usually so guarded, now betrayed a flicker of something deeper as he observed Zara hugging another man. The sight unsettled him in a way he couldn’t quite understand, and he found himself gulping down the strange emotions bubbling up within him.
“Ya Khuda, Zain, when did you get here?” Zara whispered, pulling back slightly but still clinging to him, her voice trembling with emotion. Zain responded with a mischievous wink, his smile widening as he saw the happy tears forming in his sister’s eyes.
“Magic, appi,” he teased, though his voice carried the same warmth it always had. Zara shook her head in disbelief, a soft laugh escaping her lips as she quickly wiped away her tears under her veil, not wanting to show just how much his sudden appearance had moved her.
“Why did you come here so suddenly? Is everything alright?” Zara’s voice was laced with concern as she searched his face for answers. Zain shook his head, his smile reassuring.
“Nothing to worry about, my dear appi. I’m fit and fine—see?” he said, flexing his arms in an exaggerated manner, trying to lighten the mood. Zara chuckled, her heart swelling with affection, before she playfully pinched his ear. Zain groaned in mock pain.
“Ahhh, appiii, it hurts! Stop it! I’m a big boy now; don’t treat me like a kid,” Zain whined, his pout only making him look more endearing in Zara’s eyes.
“For me, you’re still a baby, my little baby,” Zara replied, her voice softening as she released his ear. But just as she was about to say more, Zain’s gaze shifted past her, landing on Jungkook, who was now sitting in his car, ready to drive away. The engine’s soft hum broke the quiet moment, drawing both siblings’ attention.
Zain furrowed his brows in confusion, watching the car pull away. “Appi, who was that?” he asked, turning back to Zara, who was silently staring at the retreating vehicle. There was something in her eyes—something unreadable—that made Zain’s concern deepen.
Zara sighed behind her veil, her eyes lingering on the spot where the car had been. “He’s… actually my CEO and classmate,” she finally answered, her voice tinged with something Zain couldn’t quite place.
Zain pouted, his earlier confusion turning into mild annoyance. “You didn’t introduce him to me, appi. That’s so bad!” he complained, crossing his arms in a mock display of disapproval.
