Mafia's Pious Addiction|| KTH FF📕

✿ Ep 7: Ripples of desire

|A tale of love and faith|

Haya's P O V:

"I'm leaving now, Jiminah." I turned around and told him while picking up my things. He also turned around, probably worried. He glanced at his wristwatch, then back at me.

"It's 9 p.m., Haya... I'm not going to let you go alone. It's not safe," he said, and I stared back at Jimin.

"I'll drop you since your home is on my way," he suggested, this time his eyes asking for my permission.

Vana had left early today, and we both stayed behind because of the workload. He knew I never allowed myself to take rides from any man, and as a Muslim, he thought the same way — but he always made me feel safe around him. Even though we had known each other for the past three years, I rarely spoke to him outside of work-related matters.

I took a deep breath. It's not good to say no every time, so I smiled. "Okay, let's go then."

My words were enough to make him light up with happiness. I chuckled, and we headed outside.

"Did you reach David?" I asked while sitting in the passenger seat. Jimin settled into the driver's seat.

"I tried, but he didn't pick up my call," he said, his tone heavy with sadness. It had been three days since David disappeared without telling us. As a close-knit team, the three of us were worried for our fourth member.

"His phone is switched off... Why don't you try going to his house yourself?" I suggested.

Jimin looked at me briefly from the road, his brows lifting and a smile tugging at his lips. "You're right... I should go to his house," he nodded, then focused back on the road. I never knew he drove so carefully.

"What are you going to do with Vana?" I asked, and my question almost made him choke on his saliva. I smirked, controlling my laugh.

"W-What do you mean, Haya? What happened to her?" He stuttered nervously.

I scoffed softly and turned to him. "I know you like her."

I caught the small smile forming on his lips before he chuckled.

Sighing heavily, he glanced at me, and I gave him a mischievous smile. I wanted to tease him more.

"I can't deny facts," he said with a shrug, but then his smile faded.

"But..." He trailed off, and I frowned, leaning back.

"But what, Jimin?" I asked.

He took a deep breath, as if something heavy was pressing on his chest. The change in his expression was enough to show me his helplessness.

"But I can't even think of marrying her," he said, his eyes soft but still focused on the road.

I understood exactly what he meant.

"It's okay, Jimina... I understand."

"We are not meant to be together, Haya." His voice was slow and tinged with sadness.

"Don't worry, Jimin. Trust Allah. He will give you what you never imagined," I said, trying to encourage him.

But Jimin's next words made my eyes widen.

"I would never imagine someone else, Viana-na... My heart only belongs to her, and I would never marry another woman. She is the first, and she will be the last for me."