Habibi And Love

Episode-16

At Haniya's home-
She locked the door behind her, her hands trembling so violently that the key nearly slipped from her grasp. The sound of the lock clicking into place brought a fleeting sense of safety, but it did little to calm the storm raging inside her.

Her house was quiet as everyone was at their respective institutions and workplace, the kind of silence that usually soothed her, but today it felt heavy, oppressive. She pressed her back against the door of her room, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps as she clutched at her chest, trying to still the erratic beating of her heart.

The memory of his words echoed in her mind, sharp and unrelenting. "I want you."

She squeezed her eyes shut, as if that could block out the intensity of his voice, the heat of his breath so close to her face. Even now, in the privacy of her home, she felt caged, as though his presence lingered, unseen but overwhelming.

"Ya Allah," she whispered, her voice breaking. Tears spilled down her cheeks, soaking the fabric of her niqab. She hadn't even taken it off yet. She felt exposed despite being fully covered, vulnerable despite the locked doors.

Her feet dragged her to the prayer mat in the corner of the room. Falling to her knees, she finally removed her niqab, her hands shaking as she folded it carefully and set it aside. The air felt heavy on her face, her skin flushed and damp with tears.

She raised her hands, her fingers trembling as if they reached toward the heavens. "Ya Allah, protect me. I don't know what to do. I don't know how to face this." Her voice cracked, her words spilling out in a broken, desperate plea.

Her thoughts spiraled, one after another, chaotic and relentless. Why had he done this? Why her? She wasn't special, wasn't someone who sought attention. She had always kept to herself, her life quiet and simple, focused on her deen. She had worked so hard to keep her heart pure, her mind clear of distractions.

But now, it felt as though her world had been tipped upside down. His eyes, his voice, his presence—they haunted her. The way he had spoken, as if she was already his, as if her silence was an unspoken agreement.

"No," she whispered aloud, shaking her head. She wasn't his. She belonged to no one but Allah. Her heart, her soul—they were not for sale, not for conquest.

And yet, a part of her couldn't shake the fear. He was a man who radiated power, a man who clearly wasn't used to hearing the word no. Would he leave her alone? Or would he pursue her, tearing apart the fragile peace she had built in her life?

Her hands gripped the edges of the prayer mat as she pressed her forehead to the ground. "Guide me, Ya Allah. Strengthen me. Keep me steadfast."

But deep down, a small, insidious doubt crept into her heart. Could she withstand a storm like him? Could she protect herself, her dignity, her faith, when faced with a man who belonged to "The Khan's" family.

The thought sent a shiver down her spine. She straightened, wiping her tears with the edge of her sleeve. She needed clarity, strength, and patience. She needed Allah's guidance now more than ever.

And as she sat in the quiet stillness of her home, she vowed to fight. To fight for her faith, her boundaries, and the peace she held so dearly. No matter how powerful he was, no matter how determined, she would hold fast to what truly mattered: her devotion to Allah and her unwavering trust in His plan.

But somewhere in the back of her mind, the echo of his voice lingered, and the shadow of his intensity refused to fade.

She stayed on the prayer mat for what felt like hours, her forehead pressed against the ground, her whispered prayers mingling with the quiet sound of her tears. The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of the streetlight outside her window, but it felt like the entire world had narrowed to this moment—just her and her Lord.
Halima and her mother are already at home. But Today they neither came straight to Haniya's room nor Haniya's mother came to talk to her about the flower shop and agreement. It was as if the almighty himself was giving Haniya the space she needed that time.