Forbidden Love ♡

☆ chapter : 5

  

Jungkook's POV :

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Now I'm sitting on this comfy, plush sofa in Mr Yaqub's cosy living room. He keeps insisting that I come on in and have some of his delicious tea.

Even though I politely decline his offer with a smile,
he still insists, saying
"You're our guest, son. Can't let you leave like this."

The little table in front of us is all decked out with a beautiful spread of dates, mouthwatering cakes, and some scrumptious cookies.

Mrs. Yaqub gracefully places everything on the table and sweetly says,
"Why don't you help yourself, Hassan dear?"

With a grateful smile on my face, I reach for some delectable dates.

"You didn't have to go through all this trouble, Aunty."

Then Mr. Yaqub warmly responds, "Oh, it's no trouble at all, my son. You're our guest, and our beloved prophet Muhammad (peace and blessings be upon him) once said, 'Whoever believes in Allah and the last day, let them treat their guest generously.'"

Their genuine hospitality truly touches my heart,
and now I can't help but feel a twinge of guilt for not being honest with them.

"So, what do you do for a living, dear?"
Mrs. Yaqub curiously asks me.

"I'm a photographer, and right now, me and my friend are here to embark on a special project. We're planning to capture the awe-inspiring beauty of Busan," I said, just like me and Rowan planned.

"Mashallah, my child, may you find success in every endeavour," Mrs. Yaqub said, her voice filled with warmth and pride.

Just then, the florist girl gracefully entered the room, balancing a tray of steaming tea cups. With careful precision, she placed the tray on the table, her eyes briefly meeting mine before she looked away.

There was something captivating about her presence, an air of mystery that left me intrigued.

"Thank you, Israa doll," Mr. Yaqub said affectionately, his voice brimming with paternal love. Israa's face lit up with a radiant smile as she looked at her father, nodding her head in appreciation.

"Maa, Appa, I'm going to Maha's place," Israa announced sweetly, her voice filled with excitement and anticipation.

I couldn't help but be captivated by Israa's presence. This was an unfamiliar feeling for me, as I had always been the one who attracted attention from others.

But in that moment, it was as if the roles had reversed, and I found myself drawn to her in a way I had never experienced before.

Her mother's voice broke through my thoughts, offering a gentle reminder to stay safe. "Okay, go safely," she said, her voice filled with maternal care and concern.

With that, Israa left the house,
As I watched her go, I couldn't help but feel a sense of longing mingled with curiosity.

After a while, I too took my leave, shaking off the lingering thoughts of her. I can't let myself get distracted.
I have to keep my focus on mission.

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Israa's POV:

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Maha carefully placed the plate full of mouthwatering pasta on the table right in front of me. The aroma of the freshly cooked pasta wafted through the air, making my stomach growl in anticipation.

But just as I was about to take my first bite and savor the deliciousness, Maha interrupted our foodie moment.

"Why did you come so late? I was waiting for you," she said, her tone slightly impatient as she settled into her seat.