My Halal Romance JJk📒🖇️

Episode 9✨

“B-blood…”

she whispered, her voice trembling. She stumbled back from the door of the hotel room, her hand flying to her mouth to stifle a gasp. Panic clawed at her, and she instinctively looked over her shoulder, the eerie silence of the luxurious Dubai hotel weighing heavily on her.

“Ya Allah… what is this?” she muttered, her voice barely audible. Her trembling hands scrambled to retrieve her phone from her pocket. She dialed Ibrahim’s number, her fingers shaking so badly it took two tries to get it right.

He answered almost immediately, his deep voice warm with teasing affection. “What happened, my love? Already missing me?”

“Ibrahim…” Her voice broke as she tried to explain, her breathing uneven. “I-I found blood outside the room! It’s—it's everywhere!”

There was a sharp pause on the other end of the line, followed by his voice, now cold and serious. “Blood? Where are you, Muskan? Are you in our room?”

“N-no, I’m in the hallway. You left for work, and I—I didn’t know what to do!”

“Listen to me carefully,” he interrupted, his tone commanding. “Go back to the room. Lock the door and don’t let anyone in until I’m there. Do not touch anything, Muskan. Do you understand me?”

Her hands shook as she clutched the phone tighter. “Ibrahim, please come quickly! This feels… it feels wrong.”

“I’m on my way,” he promised. “Stay inside. Don’t open the door for anyone.”

The call ended abruptly, leaving Muskan standing in the silent hallway. She hesitated for a moment, her gaze flitting back to the trail of blood, dread pooling in her stomach.

Gathering what little courage she had left, she turned and hurried back to the safety of her hotel room. She locked the door, leaned against it, and whispered a desperate prayer.

“Ya Allah, keep me safe…”

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I stormed out of the building, my heart racing, and quickly got into the car. My hands trembled as I gripped the steering wheel, starting the engine. The tires screeched as I sped out of the parking lot, ignoring the stares of passersby.

The air around me felt heavy, suffocating, and my mind replayed Muskan’s panicked voice over and over. I wiped the sweat from my forehead, my knuckles turning white as I gripped the wheel tighter.

“Ya Allah, please keep my Muskan safe,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “She’s… she’s innocent.” Tears pricked my eyes, blurring my vision momentarily. I blinked them away and pressed harder on the accelerator, weaving through the Dubai traffic.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed on the passenger seat, jolting me. I grabbed it hastily, my heart sinking when I saw the number. The same number. My jaw clenched as I accepted the call.

“W-why are you doing this? Stop it! Stop scaring my wife!” I shouted into the phone, my voice raw with desperation.

A low, menacing laugh came through the line, chilling and deliberate. “Awww, Jeon is scared, isn’t he?” The voice was mocking, filled with sadistic glee. “I must admit, I’m enjoying this.”

I glared at the phone screen, my grip on it tightening, but my focus remained on the road ahead. “I told you I left all of this behind. I don’t need any inconveniences in my life now,” I growled, my voice low and threatening.