The story follows the unexpected encounter between Mr. Kim Taehyung, the world's biggest business tycoon also the underworld mafia king, and Sana, a pious and modest girl devoted to her faith. Initially, Taehyung didn't plan to fall in love with her...
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Sahada and Murtasim sat across from each other at a table in the seoul café. The snow was falling gently outside, covering the streets of the city in a blanket of white. The cold air filtered in each time the café door opened, but inside, it was warm, creating a comforting contrast to the chill of winter. The atmosphere between them, however, was tense—waiting for something neither of them could fully prepare for.
Sahada nervously fidgeted with her phone, while Murtasim sat calmly across from her, sipping his coffee, the steam rising slowly from his cup. Despite the warmth inside, a cold unease lingered between them. The phone buzzed on the table. It was Sana. Murtasim gave her a nod, signaling that it was time. Sahada hesitated for a moment, her heart racing, but she swiped to answer, placing the call on speaker as Murtasim gestured.
"Sana?" Sahada said softly, her voice unsure, almost shaky.
On the other end of the call, thousands of miles away in Dubai, the evening sun was beginning to set, casting an orange hue over the sky. It was 4 p.m., and the streets were still, the quietness of the late afternoon surrounding Sana as she leaned against her car. Her voice broke through the phone, trembling and filled with emotion.
"Mira... Mira, please, just tell me what's going on," she whimpered, sounding lost. "I saw him. Someone who looks exactly like Taehyung, but... his name is Mahir. The same name I told you about, the one I cherished so much."
Sahada's eyes widened, her heart sinking as she glanced at Murtasim, who sat with a steady expression, signaling for her to remain calm. She nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat as Sana continued, her voice thick with confusion and pain.
"I know it's him, Mira. I know it's Taehyung. But something's wrong. He didn't recognize me. It was like... I was a stranger to him. No happiness, no sadness, nothing. After all these years..."
Her voice cracked, and she let out a small sob. In Dubai, Sana felt the weight of her world crashing down on her. She had waited, prayed, hoped, but this—this was unbearable. Back in the café, Sahada's heart ached hearing Sana's pain, her confusion and heartbreak mirrored in her own expression as she looked to Murtasim for answers.
Murtasim leaned forward slightly, his voice low and steady as he spoke through the speakerphone.
"Twilight," he said gently, "you need to breathe. Calm down, and I'll explain everything."
There was a long, heavy pause. Sana's breath hitched, her thoughts swirling in chaos. When she finally spoke again, her voice was fragile, barely holding it together.
"So... it's true, isn't it? You've known this all along. Both of you. You've been hiding it from me."
Sahada's fingers froze around the phone, her heart hammering in her chest. She looked at Murtasim, confused and desperate for answers herself. But he shook his head, taking control of the conversation, his voice filled with both regret and reassurance.
