My Divine being🌹

31.

Hammad stared out the airplane window, the endless stretch of clouds beneath him blending into a dreamlike haze. It had been five years since he'd last seen Malaak and Yoongi hyung. Five long, torturous years of uncertainty, worry, and grief that had transformed him into a shadow of the man he once was. His fingers trembled slightly as they gripped the armrest, a mix of fear and hope tightening his chest with every passing mile.

As the plane roared forward, his mind replayed the few memories he had left, fragments that had begun to blur with time but still clung to him like lifelines. He remembered Malaak’s laughter, the sparkle in her eyes, and the comfort he felt in Yoongi hyung’s presence. Yet, with every memory came questions that ate away at him: What happened to Malaak? Where had she been all these years, and what had she endured? Was Yoongi hyung safe? Why had they both vanished so suddenly? And where was Camila?

Hammad closed his eyes, his heart pounding harder as he thought about finally finding them—or the possibility of discovering he’d already lost them forever. Please, Allah, he silently prayed, keep them safe. Let them be alright. His whispered plea carried an undercurrent of desperation, a yearning for relief from the constant ache in his soul.

He took a deep breath, as if to steady himself, and leaned his head back against the seat. He was happy, yes, but the joy was laced with a fear so intense it felt like ice running through his veins. Would they still recognize him, this hollow, restless version of himself? Would they ever understand the suffering he'd endured waiting for them?

As the plane began its journey, he clenched his fists, his gaze still fixed on the horizon.

After eleven long hours, the plane finally touched down in Los Angeles. The city sprawled beneath him, bathed in the golden light of morning, but Hammad could barely take it in. The only thought racing through his mind was, How on earth did Malaak and Yoongi hyung end up here? This was the last place he expected to find them. His stomach churned with a mix of worry and anticipation as he navigated through the airport, his mind flooded with questions that only intensified with every step.

Finally, he took a shaky breath and called Yoongi. The familiar voice on the other end gave him an address. Without a second thought, Hammad jumped into a taxi and began the hour-long journey, unable to keep his thoughts from spiraling. Why LA? What happened? Why the secrecy?

When he finally arrived at the hotel, he barely noticed the glances of the staff as he strode up to the front desk. His reputation as a globally recognized CEO made it easy; no one questioned him when he requested Yoongi’s room number and floor. They simply nodded and provided the details, and within minutes, Hammad found himself standing outside the door, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest.

With a trembling hand, he raised his fist and knocked, each beat of his heart feeling heavier than the last. The seconds felt like hours until finally, the door opened.

There, standing before him, was Yoongi hyung. Hammad’s breath caught in his throat. Yoongi looked almost the same, though there was a weariness in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. But he was alive, standing there in one piece, and that alone made Hammad’s vision blur with tears.

“Hyung…” he choked out, his voice barely a whisper. Before he could stop himself, he threw his arms around Yoongi, clinging to him as tears spilled down his cheeks. The five years of heartache, of sleepless nights and unanswered questions, surged up all at once, breaking him open.

Yoongi gently patted his back, his voice soft but steady. “Hammad, it’s okay.”

But Hammad could barely contain his emotions, and for a long moment, he just held on, letting the flood of relief and sorrow wash over him. Finally, he pulled back, wiping at his eyes as he steadied himself. He looked at Yoongi, voice thick with lingering emotion. “What… happened, hyung? How did you end up here? Where’s Malaak? Is she… is she okay?”