Journey to Faith//JJk FF

PART 29

Zara's POV

I sat in my room, staring out of the window at the moonlit sky. The faint glow of the moon cast a serene light over everything, but my heart was anything but calm. Yes, I was back in my hometown, India. After Zain told me about my nikah being fixed, we left Korea immediately. Now, sitting here in my room, the memories of that conversation in the hospital haunted me, playing over and over in my mind like a never-ending loop.

Tears formed in my eyes as I gazed outside, the weight of confusion and heartbreak pressing down on me. My chest felt heavy, and I didn’t know what to do or who to turn to. Another tear slipped down my cheek as the memory of that moment run in my mind

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Flashback

"W-What? D-Don’t joke, Zain. I’m not in the mood," I stammered, shaking my head, trying to swallow the lump forming in my throat. Tears threatened to spill, but I forced them back. The first face that flashed in my mind was Jungkook’s. I clenched my fists and shook my head as if trying to erase the thought.

But Zain’s firm grip on my hands brought me back to reality. "Appi, I’m serious," he said softly, his sad smile tearing at my heart. "Abbu got a good proposal for you, and he fixed your nikah with that person."

The words felt like a punch to my chest. "B-But… Abbu d-didn’t ask for my c-consent," I whispered, my voice trembling. My tears were harder to control now, blurring my vision as they threatened to spill over.

Zain sighed, guilt flashing in his eyes. "Actually, Abbu wasn’t ready for it at first. But you know his sister, our phupu… She convinced him to get you married as soon as possible, Appi."

My lips quivered as I looked down. My voice was barely audible. "I didn’t think she would go this far," I muttered, the realization sinking in deeper.

Zain cupped my cheeks, his touch warm but heavy with concern. "Appi, are you… not ready for this nikah? Is there some reason?" he asked gently, his eyes searching mine.

I turned away, removing his hands from my face. "No, why would I be a-against Abbu’s decision?" I replied, forcing a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. "He will always choose what’s best for me."

Zain still looked unconvinced, but I pushed forward. "I’m totally fine, Zain. Just book the tickets. We’ll go back home." I nodded, trying to sound steady.

He hesitated for a moment but then sighed, lowering his head. "Appi… I know you’re strong. You can handle this situation too remember,"

"Indeed, Allah is with the patient."
(Surah Al-Baqarah, 2:153)

he said before leaning in to kiss my forehead. With that, he walked out of the room, leaving me alone with my crumbling emotions.

As soon as the door closed, I let go. My tears spilled uncontrollably as I cupped my face, sobbing silently into my hands.

"Ya Allah," I whispered brokenly. "I-Is this Your plan? Is this what You want from me? Then… I am ready. I am ready to follow the way You lead me. Ya Al-Raheem… grant me strength."

Jungkook's POV

I was sitting on the hospital bed, frustration boiling inside me as I glared at Mark and Lisa. They were standing like guards, blocking my way out. Folding my arms across my chest, I shook my head, trying to keep my temper in check.

"Jungkook, stop being like this! Take this tablet and eat it—you’re still in pain," Lisa said firmly, holding the tablet in front of me like it was some magical solution.