Mafia and Muslimah: A journey to iman

Part:26🦋

Ali entered the room quietly, his eyes immediately falling on Hayat, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes red and swollen from crying. The sight tugged at his heart. He approached her with a gentle voice, "Hayat...."

She didn't look up, her fingers twisting with the fabric of her dress.

Ali knelt down besides her, his tone soft and filled with concern. "Is my Muse upset with me??"

Hayat nodded slowly, her lips forming a small pout, which made Ali chuckled despite the situation. He reached out and gently lift up her chin so she would look at him.

"What have I done to deserve this punishment of seeing My Lady in tears??"

Her pout was both endearing and heartbreaking.

"What's my punishment? How do I make it up to you?"

She sniffled and replied with an almost playful seriousness, "You have to do 100 pushups with me sitting on your back if you want my forgiveness. Otherwise, I will cry and that would be your punishment."

Ali couldn't help himself. He burst into laughter, clutching his stomach. Hayat, still pouting, looked at him with wide eyes.

"Why are you laughing?? I am serious!"

He finally managed to control his laughter, wiping a tear from the corner of his eyes. "Hayat, do you really that's a punishment for me? 100 pushups? I can do that in my sleep!"

Hayat huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Fine, if that's not that hard for you, then I have another punishment in mind."

Ali raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? And what might that be?"

She leaned in closer, her voice taking on a mischievous tone. "You have to do sit-ups like a hen, holding your ears!"

Ali's eyes widened in shock , "You want me an ex-mafia boss, to do sit-ups like a hen? Seriously? What kind of punishment is that?"

She nodded with a determined expression. "Yes, you have to , or else , I won't forgive you."

Ali shook his head in disbelief, then leaned in closer to her, a playful smirk spreading across hi face. He slowly brought his face to the crook of her neck, his breath warm against her skin, making her breath hitched.

"Or", he whispered in a husky voice, "I could come with a different way to earn your forgiveness...."

His hands slid around her waist, pulling her closer as he started caressing her sides with deliberate slowness.

Hayat's breath hitched and she instinctively arched her back, her resolve started to waver."A-Ali..."

He continued his gentle assault, his lips brushing against the sensitive spit on her neck. "I think my way might work better, don't you?"

Hayat's cheeks flushed a deep red as she tried to maintain her composure, but Ali's touch was making it difficult.

"Hey, control your emotions," she spoke in a barely audible voice making him laugh.

"Me? Really? Or did you mistakenly said you instead of me?? Hmm?"

He smiled against her skin, his voice a low rumble.

"All's fair in love and war, my love. Besides, seeing you happy is worth challenge. Even sit-ups like a hen."

Hayat giggled despite herself, her earlier frustration melting away int eh warmth of his embrace. She playfully pushed him back and looked into his eyes, her heart swelling with affection.

"You really would do anything for me? Wouldn't you?"

Ali nodded, his expression turning serious for a moment.