she whispered, her voice trembling with fear.
...
Burak stumbled through the darkness, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of life. He had been walking for what felt like hours, his body aching and his mind reeling with fear.
Finally, he saw a faint light in the distance - the neon sign of his restaurant, shining like a beacon in the night. Burak's heart swelled with relief as he stumbled towards the door, his legs trembling with exhaustion.
Burak pushed open the door to the restaurant, his eyes scanning the room for his family. Asma and Bilal were sitting at a table, their faces etched with worry and fear.
Asma's eyes widened as she saw him standing in the doorway, his face bruised and battered.
Asma: "Burak!"
she cried, rushing to him
Bilal followed close behind, his eyes fixed on his father's face.
Bilal: "Appa, what happened?" he asked, his voice shaking with concern.
Burak's eyes filled with tears as he looked at his children. He knew that he had to tell them the truth, no matter how hard it was.
"They find me."
his voice barely above a whisper.
"He threatened to hurt all of us if I don't do what he says."
Asma's face went white with fear, and Bilal's eyes narrowed in worry.
Bilal: "We won't let him hurt us, Appa,"
Bilal said, his voice firm.
Bilal: "We'll protect ourselves
Burak: "Taehyung is not just a ordinary man, but a powerful and ruthless one, who would stop at nothing to get what he wanted he has a power on press and media he is a political man he can do anything."
Bilal: "We should find the way."
Burak: "What should we do."
Bilal stare up at his father.
Bilal: "We should leave this place."he say his voice firm.
"What are you saying."
Asma patted Burak arm.
Asma: "He is right Burak we have no option more, we should run away."
Burak was quite as he was satisfied with their suggestion.
"But don't tell anything to azlin and aylin."
...
The night air was crisp and cold, the sound of the ocean waves crashing against the shore a soothing melody. Taehyung and Jungkook stood at the water's edge, the wind whipping their hair into a frenzy.
Taehyung's eyes were fixed on the ocean, his gaze intense and brooding.
Taehyung: "Look, Jungkook," he said, his voice low and husky. "Look at this ocean."
Jungkook followed Taehyung's gaze, his eyes scanning the horizon. The ocean stretched out before them, a vast expanse of dark water that seemed to swallow the light of the stars.
Taehyung's voice was barely above a whisper.
Taehyung: "I feel like there's a war inside me, like these ocean waves. A war between my heart and my head."
Jungkook's expression was sympathetic, his eyes filled with understanding.
Jungkook: "I know what you mean, Taehyung," he said, his voice soft.
Taehyung's lips curled into a smirk, but it was a painful smile, one that seemed to cost him dearly. "You don't understand, Jungkook," he said, his voice laced with bitterness. "You don't know what it's like to be me."
Jungkook's eyes never left Taehyung's face, his expression unwavering.
Jungkook: "Maybe I can't feel, Taehyung," he said, his voice firm. "But I understand you, no matter what."
Taehyung's gaze snapped back to Jungkook's face, his eyes searching.
Jungkook: "What are you going to do, taehyung?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Taehyung's expression was calm, his eyes filled with a deep understanding.
Taehyung: "I am going to make peace,"
he said, his voice soft.
Taehyung: "I am going to find a way to calm the war between the families."
Jungkook's eyes narrowed, his gaze intense. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
Taehyung's smile was enigmatic, his eyes glinting in the moonlight.
...
Azlin rushed around the room, grabbing her bag and rushing to the doorway. She slipped on her shoes, her fingers fumbling with the laces as she tried to hurry. She was already dressed in a crisp white shirt, a flowing black skirt, and a faded jeans jacket. A black hijab framed her face
Her dark eyes sparkled with urgency.
Burak called out to her from the kitchen, his voice warm and gentle.
"Azlin, daughter you haven't had breakfast yet!"
Azlin rushed back into the kitchen, her eyes apologetic.
Azlin: "Appa, I'm late! Hazel is waiting for me outside. I'll grab something to eat at university, okay?"
Burak chuckled and shook his head, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
"Oh, this girl," he muttered, smiling.
As Azlin rushed out the door, he stood up from the table, his breakfast finished. He walked to the doorway, watching as Azlin hurried down the path.
Asma approached him, her eyes serious. "Burak, you're going to the car station?" she asked, her voice low.
He nodded, his expression grim. "Yes, Asma. I have to take care of some things."
Asma's eyes locked onto his, her voice barely above a whisper.
Asma: "Burak, what about...what about that matter? What are we going to do?"
Burak's eyes flicked around the room, ensuring they were alone.
"I've made all the preparations, Asma," he whispered back.
"When Aylin and Shahmeer leave for school, pack the important things. We'll leave as soon as it's safe."
Asma nodded, her eyes wide with understanding. Burak's face was set in a determined expression as he turned to leave.
TAEHYUNG'S POV;
I made my way down the stairs, my footsteps quiet on the carpet. As I entered the living room, I saw my uncle, Abdul Rehman, sitting on the couch with my grandmother. He stood up as I approached, his face stern and unyielding.
"Taehyung, we have news about the murderer," he said, his voice low and menacing.
I felt a surge of adrenaline at his words, my mind racing with thoughts of revenge. "I've already found him," I said, my voice calm and controlled.
Abdul Rehman's eyes narrowed, his face twisted in a snarl. "Where is he? Tell me, I'll kill him with my own hands. He's the murderer of my brother."
I felt a pang of annoyance at his outburst, my patience wearing thin. "Calm down, I'll handle this matter," I said, my voice firm but controlled.
But Abdul Rehman would not be silenced. "Tell me his name, I want to kill him with my own hands," he demanded, his voice rising in anger.
I felt my temper flare, my eyes flashing with annoyance. "I said I'll handle this matter, and he's under my control. That's all you need to know do not interrupt me."
Abdul Rehman's face turned red with rage, but I turned my back on him and walked away, leaving him to seethe in anger. I made my way to the laundry room, my heart still racing with anger and adrenaline.
AUTHOR'S POV;
It was 1o'clock.
Burak's hands moved methodically as he washed the cars at the service station, the warm water and soap a comforting routine. But as he reached into his pocket to answer the ringing phone, his heart began to pound in his chest.
"Burak, they found you," a low, menacing voice growled on the other end of the line. "And he's coming to you."
Burak's blood ran cold as he listened to the voice, his mind racing with fear. He didn't wait to hear more, cutting off the call and ripping off his gloves as he rushed to his car.
He sped through the streets, his heart pounding in his chest as he thought about his family. He had to get to them, had to protect them.
As he screeched to a halt outside the restaurant, he saw Asma sitting at the counter, her eyes calm and serene. But as she saw the look on burak's face, her expression changed to one of alarm.
Asma: "What happened?" she asked, her voice trembling.
He didn't waste any time.
"We have to go, Asma," he said, his voice urgent. "He's coming to take revenge."
Asma's eyes widened in horror as she jumped to her feet. "Bilal!" she cried, rushing to the back of the restaurant to call out to her son.
Asma call Bilal and tell him about the situation.
Burak quickly locked up the restaurant, his hands shaking with fear. As they rushed out into the street, he knew that they had to get out of there, had to find a safe place to hide.
But as they ran through the streets, he couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched, that Taehyung's men were closing in on them.
He quickly loaded the bags into the car, his movements swift and urgent. Asma locked the door behind them, her eyes scanning the surrounding area as if searching for any signs of danger.
Aylin and Shahmeer approached the car, their faces etched with worry. "Eomma, what's going on?" Aylin asked, her voice trembling.
Bilal helped the children into the car, his face set in a determined expression. "We have to go, now," he said, his voice firm.
Aylin: "but where we are going OPPA"
Bilal left aylin question and stay on the car not answering her.
Aylin was worried what's going.
Burak slid into the driver's seat, his eyes scanning the rearview mirror as he started the engine.
Bilal: "Where's Azlin?" Bilal asked, his voice laced with concern.
Aylin spoke up, her voice hesitant.
Aylin: "She went to university to pick up a letter."
Burak's face went white with fear.
"Oh no, what are we going to do now?" he exclaimed.
Asma: "Burak leave her drive quickly."
Bilal: "what are you talking Eomma how we can leave her."
Bilal quickly pulled out his phone and dialed Azlin's number.
Bilal: "Azlin, where are you?" he asked, his voice urgent.
Azlin's voice was calm on the other end of the line.
Azlin: "I'm on my way home, Oppa."
Bilal's face was set in a determined expression.
Bilal :"Okay, hurry up come to home."
Asma's eyes were fixed on the road ahead, her face pale with fear.
Asma: "We can't wait for her, burak. We have to go now."
Burak's eyes met Asma's in the rearview mirror, his expression hesitant. But before he could respond, Bilal spoke up.
Bilal: "How can we leave her, Eomma? She's your daughter,"
Bilal said, his voice laced with emotion.
Asma's eyes snapped back to Bilal's face, her expression frozen in shock. He eyes met hers, his face set in a determined expression.
But before anyone could say another word, Burak's eyes snapped back to the road ahead. "Ta
ehyung," he whispered, his voice trembling with fear.
The car fell silent as everyone's eyes followed Syed's gaze. Taehyung had emerged from his car, his bodyguards flanking behind him.
AUTHOR'S POV;
The air was electric as the crowd erupted into cheers, fireworks crackling and popping in the background. The seven heavy bikes, their engines revving, were poised at the starting line, ready to unleash their fury. The host, a charismatic emcee, raised his gun and fired, shouting "3, 2, 1, go!" as the bikes roared to life.
The crowd went wild as the bikes sped off like waves, their engines thundering as they jostled for position. Jungkook's black bike shot to the front, its tires screeching as he took the lead. But the rider of the red bike was relentless, pushing his machine to the limit as he gained on Jungkook.
The competition was fierce, the bikes crossing and recrossing each other as the riders battled for dominance. Jungkook's bike surged forward, its engine roaring as he took the lead once more. But the rider of the red bike refused to give up, his eyes fixed intently on Jungkook as he gunned his engine and shot forward.
The two bikes were neck and neck, their engines screaming as they hurtled towards the finish line. But in a shocking move, the rider of the red bike swerved into Jungkook's path, their bikes crashing together in a shower of sparks. Jungkook lost control of his bike, the machine rolling end over end as he was thrown to the ground. The crowd gasped in horror as Jungkook struggled to his feet, his face twisted in pain and anger.
As Jungkook struggled to his feet, he was met with a wave of pain and dizziness. His body ached from the impact of the crash, His head was spinning from the force of the collision. He stumbled forward, his legs shaky and unsteady, as he tried to process what had just happened.
His bike, his beautiful black bike, lay mangled and twisted on the ground, its engine sputtering and smoking. Jungkook felt a pang of sadness and anger as he gazed at the wreckage, his mind racing with thoughts of the rider who had caused the accident.
As he looked down at himself, Jungkook saw that his clothes were torn and dirty, his skin scraped and bruised. He could feel a trickle of blood running down his cheek, and his head was pounding with a dull, throbbing ache.
Despite his injuries, Jungkook's eyes blazed with anger and determination. He was furious with the rider who had caused the accident, and he was determined to make sure that person paid for what they had done.
As he stood there, seething with anger and pain, Jungkook's fans rushed to his side, concern etched on their faces. "Jungkook, are you okay?" they asked, helping him to stand and supporting him as he swayed unsteadily the staff help him stud up. He put off his helmet and the blood was dripping down to his chin to neck from his head.
As Jungkook stood there, trying to process the aftermath of the accident, his vision began to blur and his legs felt like jelly. The sound of the crowd's gasps and shouts grew distant and muffled, like he was underwater.
He swayed unsteadily, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt himself losing consciousness. The warm sun on his skin seemed to fade away, replaced by a cold, creeping numbness.
The crowd around him gasped in shock and concern as Jungkook's body went limp and he collapsed to the ground. His fans rushed to his side, crying out in alarm as they tried to revive him. Their voices were like a cacophony of panic, a chaotic mixture of shouts and screams that seemed to come from all directions.
"Jungkook! Jungkook, wake up!" they shouted, shaking him gently and patting his face. Their hands were cool and clammy against his skin, but Jungkook didn't respond. He lay there, pale and still, as the crowd around him grew more and more frantic.
The staff and security rushed to Jungkook's side, quickly assessing the situation. They gently lifted him into a waiting ambulance, which was parked just a short distance away. The crowd parted as the paramedics carefully placed Jungkook on a stretcher, strapping him in securely.
One of the paramedics quickly checked Jungkook's vital signs, shining a light into his eyes to check for any signs of concussion. "We need to get him to the hospital, now," the paramedic called out to the driver.
The ambulance doors slammed shut, and the vehicle sped away from the scene, its sirens blaring as it navigated through the crowded streets. The crowd watched in concern as the ambulance disappeared into the distance.
The paramedics worked quickly to stabilize Jungkook's condition. They hooked him up to an IV, administered oxygen, and continued to monitor his vital signs. Jungkook remained unconscious, his body limp and still as the ambulance sped towards the hospital.
...
Taehyung, eyes blazing with anger, standing in front of a van car.
Taehyung: "Get out!"
he barked, his voice echoing off ,he gestured to the family with his gun. The air was thick with tension as Burak, Asma, Aylin, and Bilal slowly emerged from the car, their hands raised in surrender.
Asma's voice trembled as she whispered to Burak.
Asma: "What's going to happen now?" Burak's face was set in a determined expression.
"I don't know "
Aylin, who had been quietly observing the scene, suddenly spoke up, her voice shaking with fear.
Aylin: "Appa, what's going on?"
Bilal's face was grim.
Bilal: "Just be quiet and get out of the car, quickly."
The family slowly made their way out of the car, their eyes fixed on Taehyung's gun. The guards surrounded them, their faces impassive.
Taehyung looked around feeling the gesture.
Taehyung: "Take them inside of the house."
As they entered the house escorted to living room, Taehyung was standing with his hand to back with gun, his gun still trained on the family.
Taehyung: "Sit down,"
he growled. The family hesitantly sat down, their eyes fixed on Taehyung.
Taehyung's gaze to all family members he pointed to Aylin, his eyes narrowing as he spoke.
Taehyung: "Hey you."
Aylin looked Shockley at him.
Taehyung: "Give me your family's documents."
Aylin's hands trembled as she stood up and made her way to the corner room. She returned with a stack of papers, which she handed to Taehyung and sat back to the previous place.
Taehyung gesture to sofa. He sat on the the couch.
As Taehyung began to sift through the documents.
Taehyung: "BILAL AHMED"
he spoke with loud voice.
He looked to all members and locked his gaze to Bilal to sure he is bilal.he turned up the next page looked at aylin documents with her picture.As se turned up with next page.
Taehyung: "SHAHMEER Su..."
His phone suddenly rang, shrill in the silence. He answered, his expression growing increasingly grim as he listened to the caller.
Taehyung: "Hello"
Taehyung: "Yes, I'm" he growled.
Taehyung stood up with shock
Taehyung: "What which hospital?...I'm coming."
He slammed the phone down, his face twisted in anger.
Without another word, Taehyung pick his gun , turned and strode out of the room, leaving the family in stunned silence. Bilal suddenly stood up, with tied hand at back, his eyes blazing with defiance. He spoke up behind taehyung.
Bilal: "You can't keep us here like this,"
he spat.
Taehyung stood freeze listening him from back.
Bilal: "You'll pay for this." Taehyung spun around, step close to Bilal and trained his gun on Bilal's head.
All the family stood up shouting but the bodyguards make them to sit again.
Taehyung: "How dare you."
he snarled, his eyes glinting with fury.
Asma cried out loud
Asma: "No plz no."
Taehyung: "I think you don't want to live more let me help you."
He said to Bilal in playful tune. Bilal spoke with anger
Bilal: "Shoot me then ,you want revenge huhhh I am ready shoot me."
Asma threw herself at Taehyung's feet, her hands clasped together in supplication.
Asma: "Please, forgive him him ,don't hurt him," she begged, tears streaming down her face.
Asma: "He don't know anything please don't hurt him I beg you."
Taehyung look down to asma and step back making sure she is not touching his feet.
He put back gun in the coat.
Taehyung: "Keep eye on them and don't allow anyone to go anywhere."
He ordered to bodyguards strictly and went out of house and quickly ran to car.
Hazel's pov;
As Azlin and I strolled towards her house, a sudden memory popped into my head.
Hazel: "I remember something,"
I exclaimed, turning to Azlin.
"What is it?" Azlin asked, curiosity sparkling in her eyes.
Hazel: "I brought a shawl and all the accessories for hijab," I said, excitement building up inside me.
Hazel: "Help me learn how to do hijab. I want to start wearing it from now on."
Azlin's face lit up with a bright smile.
Azlin: "Omg, mashallah! Really?"
her eyes shining with enthusiasm.
I nodded, feeling a bit self-conscious.
Azlin: "You didn't wear even a scarf today and came out with open hair,"
I admitted.
Hazel: "I was just running late and forgot."
Azlin chuckled.
Azlin: "Ahhh, this forgetfulness is a real thing!" she teased.
I playfully rolled my eyes.
Hazel: "Okay, stop it, Miss Punzel! Help me now."
Azlin giggled.
Azlin: "Aishhh, again!" she exclaimed, making me laugh.
I apologized, "Sorry, Rapunzel!"
Azlin chuckled and we both sat down on a nearby bench.
As Azlin began to help me with my hijab, I pulled out the navy blue scarf from my bag. Azlin's eyes widened in admiration.
Azlin: "Wowww, this hijab is so beautiful, mashallah! The color matches your eyes perfectly."
I blushed, feeling a bit shy.
Hazel: "Really? It matches?"
I asked, looking at Azlin for confirmation.
Azlin nodded enthusiastically.
Azlin: "Yes, Hazel, believe me! Your eye color is stunningly beautiful. I'm in love with your hazel blue eyes!"
I smiled, feeling a warmth in my heart. Azlin took the ponytail holder from my hand and began to make a bun. As she worked on my hair, I felt a sense of calm wash over me.
As she just make the bun a call came out on her phone his brother asking her to come home quickly.
Azlin: "okay I am on my way"
She cut the call I look at her with sad face.
Hazel: "what to do know."
Azlin: "It's okay hijab will took only 5 minutes to done"
She picked the hijab.
Author's pov:
A opulent lounge, surrounded by breathtaking scenery on each wall. The room was filled with exquisite decorations, and the atmosphere was tranquil. Miss Betül sat on the plush sofa in front of Abdul Rehman, while he sat on th side sofa, his back to the entrance door.
A delicate china tea set adorned the coffee table, accompanied by a plate of dainty biscuits. Abdul Rehman lifted the cup to his lips, inhaling the soothing aroma of the tea.
Abdul Rehman: "Eomma, don't you think Ibrahim is too young for these matters?"
He asked, his brow furrowed with concern.
Miss Betüls face lit up with a warm smile as she gazed at him.
Betül: "How far do you realize he is young for these matters, Abdul Rehman?"
she replied.
Betül: "He is kind-hearted, wise, and intelligent. He knows how to handle these matters. He has grown up fulfilling these responsibilities."
He set the cup down, his eyes locking onto Miss Betül's.
Abdul Rehman: "But Eomma, I want to handle this matter," he protested.
Miss Betül's expression turned firm.
Betül: "Enough, Abdul Rehman. You know what Ibrahim said once: no one can refuse his orders. He is the chief (سربراہ) of our tribe, the king of our time. He knows well what to do."
He opened his mouth to argue, but Miss Betül's stern tone silenced him.
Betül: "You know what is the importance of a leader in our tribe, so why are you speaking against him? Don't say anything more."
He nodded reluctantly, knowing better than to defy Miss Betül's wishes.
Abdul Rehman: "Okay, as you wish, Eomma."
...
As Azlin finished styling hazel's hijab, she stepped back to admire her handiwork. Azlin: "Mashallah, you look so beautiful, Hazel," she said, beaming with pride.
Hazel: "But, of course, you're still more beautiful and have the most attractive eyes anyone can be fall'in for you at first sight" she added with a mischievous grin, making azlin laugh out loud.
Azlin: "Omg you are thinking so far."
Azlin giggled and hugged her tightly.
Azlin: "Allah Hafiz, I have to go now Soyaaa" she said, releasing her from the hug.
Hazel: "You should take a taxi, the way is so long to your home,"
She suggested, concerned about her safety.
Azlin shook her head.
Azlin: "There's no taxi, and I'll get late. I don't know why Bilal is calling me in a hurry."
Hazel tried to reassure her.
Hazel: "Don't worry, maybe he's planning a surprise for you."
Azlin smiled.
Azlin: "Okay, I'm leaving. Allah Hafiz."
Hazel returned the farewell.
Hazel: "Allah Hafiz, Rapunzel."
As Azlin crossed the road, hazel suddenly remembered something.
Hazel: "Azlin, listen!"
She called out, running towards her.
Azlin crossed the road and turned back, looking at her with a questioning expression. She ran across the road.
...
Taehyung floored it, speeding away from Burak's house as he made his way to the hospital. His tires screeched as he took a sharp turn, his eyes darting between the road and his phone as he dialed a number.
Just as taehyung was about to connect the call, his gaze snapped back to the road, and his heart skipped a beat. A girl was running across the road, oblivious to the danger hurtling towards her.
Taehyung slammed on the brakes, the tires squealing in protest as the car skidded to a stop mere inches from the girl. Taehyung's heart racing, he th
rew off his seatbelt and leapt out of the car, slamming the door shut behind him.
Taehyung's anger and adrenaline boiled over as he strode towards the girl, who stood frozen in terror, her eyes wide with fear.