Part 23: Zaim just found about Helena

Helena lay on her bed with her facedown, tears streaming down her cheeks. She wanted to leave, to escape this place right away. She started missing her family with every passing moment.

Just then, Jessica entered the room. Helena quickly stifled her sobs, sensing it was Jessica. Jessica sat beside her lying figure, gently stroking her back, and spoke in a soft, comforting tone.

"My precious baby, Jessica's favorite diamond, Jessica began, her voice laced with regret. "I'm so sorry, honey. I never imagined things would turn out this way."

Helena, still lying in the same position, she murmured, "I want to go home. I want to be with my parents."

Jessica pressed her lips into a thin line, her heart heavy with guilt. She replied, "Of course, my precious baby. I would do anything for you. But your parents will be here in two days. I can't let you stay there all alone. You're my responsibility now."

Jessica's worry deepened as she watched Helena in that condition. Just then, Ali called Jessica, asking about Helena's condition.

Meanwhile, the whole way, Zaim couldn't shake the gnawing feeling in his chest. He felt restless, his heart continuously pulling him back, telling him to return to the villa. The discomfort grew so intense that he rolled down the window, feeling suffocated and hoping the fresh air would calm him, but it only made him more anxious.

He couldn't understand why he felt this way-why his heart was so insistent on going back, he tried to shake his thoughts because he had no desire to return to that place, which had become a living hell for him.

Grabbing his temples as his head throbbed with pain, he kept seeing Helena's face flash before his eyes. At times, he thought he was losing his mind. Unable to bear it any longer, he instructed the driver, "Head towards the mosque in the countryside. I need to pray."

The driver nodded, changing course towards the mosque.

When they arrived, Zaim entered the mosque, removed his shoes, and headed to the ablution area. After performing ablution, he stood to pray his nafl namaz . As he reached the tashahhud, he joined his palms together and began making Dua.

"Ya Allah, what is happening to me? Why has my heart been so restless since I came to Japan? I didn't feel this way even in Korea, where my Helena lived. What is this strange feeling? Why am I so distressed? Please guide me, ya Ilahi. Give me a sign so I can understand.

Please protect my Helena. What if she's in trouble?" Tears began to stream down his face, but he kept going. "I can't even imagine a single scratch on her body. Please, protect her from all harm. Let every trouble she faces come my way instead. Ya Allah, my Rose's Allah, the protector of the entire Ummah."

He stayed in prostration, lost in prayer, for the whole night. Meanwhile, Helena cried her heart out until she could cry no more. She spent the entire night awake, praying from Tahajjud to Fajr, pouring her heart out to Allah. It was a long, painful night for both Helena and Zaim.

The next day, Jessica found Helena sitting in the Mohammadi garden. Helena sat with her knees drawn up on the chair, her arms resting on them, and her chin on her arms. She was deep in thought, replaying the events of the previous night. Jessica approached her softly, calling her name.

"My precious baby."

Helena didn't respond, lost in her thoughts. Jessica grew concerned and leaned in to get a better look at her, then gently placed a hand on Helena's shoulder.

"Helena?" she called again.

Helena snapped back to reality, lowering her legs to the grass and adjusting her posture. She looked at Jessica and asked, "Yes, Aunty? Do you need something?"

Jessica sighed and sat down beside her, looking deeply into Helena's hazel-green eyes. "How are you feeling?"

Helena stared at the bracelet on her wrist, the one she always wore, and began to clutch it tightly. "I'm okay, Aunty," she replied quietly, then looked back at Jessica. "Don't worry, I'm really okay. I was just missing Mama and Baba."

Jessica took Helena's hand, leaning closer. "My precious girl, I'm truly sorry for what happe...."

But Helena cut her off, her voice firm. "Please, don't apologize. It wasn't your fault. Don't make me feel embarrassed in front of you. This is my destiny, Aunty, and I have to face it. Let's close this topic and tell me How's your work going?"

Jessica looked at her with a pained expression, then nodded. "It's going well," she paused, then added, "Helena, I'm thinking we should go to your home today."

Helena frowned in confusion. "But Mama and Baba will be here tomorrow."

"I know, my dear, but your home must be dusty. I'll take my maids, and we'll clean it up before they arrive."

Helena smiled softly and nodded in agreement. "Alright, Aunty."

Jessica then called for Clara to bring them coffee.

Zaim was in London, attending a business party where all his dealers and many renowned businessmen had been invited. The hall was tastefully decorated, aligned with the business theme, and filled with the murmur of conversations. The lights shone brightly, illuminating the room, where small tables were scattered, each adorned with flowers.

Many guests held wine glasses, sipping and chatting with one another. Zaim was deep in conversation with one of his businessmen friends, unaware of Helena's gaze fixed on him. She stood nearby, absently swirling her wine glass, lost in thought.

Her eyes shifted from his hand and back at his face, a confused look settling in her features. Zaim checked his wristwatch and, after placing his juice glass on a table and excused himself. He was about to leave when Helena raised an eyebrow seductively, biting her lower lip. She placed her wine glass on the table and quietly followed him.

It was Maghrib time, and Zaim knew he was running out of time. He quickly went upstairs and entered a room, performing his ablution. He then took out a handkerchief from his pocket, spreading it on the floor near the prostration area. Helena watched him with amusement, her eyes lingering on him as he prayed.

As Zaim completed his Salah and turned to his left for the final Salam, he noticed Helena entering the room without knocking. His heart sank, getting some negative vibes. He facepalmed, stood up, and put the handkerchief in the pocket. Helena kept staring at him, her arms crossed over her chest.

As Zaim tried to leave, she blocked his path with a hand gesture. Zaim looked at her hand and said coldly, "Don't act foolish Helena and Let me go."

Without meeting her eyes, he started to walk away, but Helena spoke firmly, "We need to talk, Zaim."

Zaim glanced at her but quickly turned his face away, disgusted by the smell of alcohol on her breath. The heat of her breath reached his face, making him step back. Helena, her voice slurring slightly, continued, "You wanted 40% of the shares; I gave them to you.

You wanted your name on the product; I allowed it. Then, you ended the contract we made nine months ago, and I let it happen. I completely destroyed my company because of you."

Zaim, realizing she was drunk, replied calmly, "We both know why your company failed. You got involved with another man just to make me jealous, but I wasn't interested in you, not even for a second. And your company isn't completely destroyed-you still have backups."

Helena smiled sarcastically. "My company may still be standing, but I'm completely destroyed." She stepped closer to him, placing her index finger on his chest, tracing circles.

Zaim tried to move back, but she grabbed his shirt, clutching him in place. Looking into his light brown eyes, she shouted, "I let myself be destroyed by you."

Zaim gently removed her hand from his shirt and turned to leave, but she grabbed his hand, pushing him against the wall. He felt a strange, a weird sensation ran through him; he felt disgusted and wanted to escape.

He tried to open the door, but it was locked. Behind him, Helena laughed sarcastically. Zaim turned back to her, disbelief in his eyes, and saw her holding the keys between her thumb and index finger, taunting him.

You're making a mistake, Helena," Zaim said, his voice firm. "Give me the keys and let me go."

Helena moved closer, smiling darkly. "You destroyed me, Zaim. You humiliated my love, insulted my feelings. I'll expose your true face to everyone if you don't obey me."

Zaim looked deep into her eyes and began reciting, "A'udhu billahi min ash-shaytan ir-rajim," seeking refuge from Satan. He blew on his shirt And then Helena , which confused Helena.

"What was that?" she asked, her eyes narrowing.

"I'm seeking refuge from Satan," Zaim replied, continuing to recite.

Helena's anger flared, but Zaim didn't stop. "Ya Allah, have mercy on me. Protect me from Satan and preserve my honor," he prayed, feeling his heart race with anxiety.

Zaim's heart raced with worry, pounding hard in his chest. But he didn't lose hope; he kept praying fervently.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Zaim and Helena both turned to see who it was. Helena's boyfriend entered, having overheard part of their conversation. His eyes widened in shock when he saw Helena.

With a look of disgust, he said, "So, this is your character, Helena huhh? I warned you not to deceive me again, or you'd face the consequences. And yet here you are again."

Helena glanced at Zaim with fury, about to retort, but her boyfriend grabbed her hand and dragged her downstairs, into the hall where everyone was gathered. The crowd knew of Helena's reputation as a playgirl-someone who flirted with wealthy men, seduced them, and left after getting what she wanted.

After they left, Zaim raised his head to the ceiling and, with a relieved smile and closed eyes, he whispered, "Ya Ilahi, thank you so much. Truly, You are the Greatest."

Finally, the day arrived when Ahmed and Ayesha returned to Japan from Canada. Helena was already at her home with Jessica, anxiously waiting for her parents. As soon as they walked through the door, Helena rushed to Ahmed and hugged him tightly and tears forming in her eyes. She clung to him for a while, unable to speak and overwhelmed by her emotions.

"Ahh, my Helena, my child, a piece of my heart. I missed you so much," Ahmed said, gently caressing her back. He could feel her trembling, her tears soaking into his shirt.

Helena didn't respond with words; instead, she began to cry harder, her sobs shaking her entire body, Ahmed got concerned then pulled her away slightly, cupping her face with his hands.

"I know you're angry with your baba," Ahmed said softly, trying to soothe her. But Helena continued to cry, her emotions pouring out after weeks of holding everything in. Jessica, who had been silently observing, watched the scene unfold with a heavy heart.

Ahmed looked at Ayesha and Ayesha shrugged her shoulders then Ahmed returned to Helena.

Ahmed, understanding his daughter's distress, led her to the couch and made her to sit down. "Sit here, my child, and stop crying. You know it hurts me a lot when you cry. I'm back now, everything will be fine." He pulled her close again, letting her cry in his arms, knowing that she needed his embrace.

Between sobs, Helena finally spoke while looking down, "I won't marry Zaim, baba."

At first Ahmed didn't believe that what was Helena saying. He gently pulled away and looked into her tear-filled eyes. "What do you mean, my child?" he asked in confusion and concern etched on his face. He glanced at Jessica, who remained silent, then turned back to Helena as she explained everything that had happened with Zaim.

A deep pain settled in Ahmed's heart, but he kept his composure. Turning to Jessica, he said, I trusted Zaim, but he's hurt my daughter, why just tell me one reason why he did this to my daughter Jessica?"

Jessica sighed, her expression filled with regret. "Ahmed, we tried. I love Helena like my own daughter. We never knew Zaim liked someone else. He never showed any signs. If we had known..."

Ahmed interrupted her, his voice firm, "You thought he wouldn't? He humiliated my daughter. I will never forgive him for this. I told him that if his feelings were serious, he should marry her; otherwise, forget her.

Helena looked at Ahmed in shocked look on her face however Jessica eyes widened too with joined eyebrows that Ahmed already talked him about this.

Well, what was meant to happen has happened. My daughter is not some ordinary to be rejected that if he can turn away from my daughter, then can I not marry her to anyone else? There is no shortage of suitors for my daughter. I had a friendship with Ali, and out of respect for that friendship, I considered the proposal from Zaim.

Jessica, tell Ali that this relation is no more longer, and don't come here to defend his son I'll marry my daughter with a responsible and respectful man.

Jessica looked at him in disbelief, understanding the depth of his anger. "Ahmed, listen, Ali has nothing to do with this. He loves Helena, too, He tried his best to stop him, to listen but Zaim didn't stop and left us Ali was also furious with Zaim for what happened."

Ahmed shook his head, his voice decisive, "This relationship is over. I'll find a responsible, respectful man for my daughter."

Helena's tears had slowed, but her eyes remained sad. She didn't say anything more, just leaned into her father's comforting presence. Jessica, realizing there was nothing more to say, so she quietly left.

A week had passed since Zaim had been consumed with work, his company reaching new heights. But despite his success, his mind couldn't rest. He decided to go to Pakistan to search for Helena.

He stayed in Islamabad, tirelessly searching for her. From every street to every corner, he asked about her to people, showing her picture to everyone he met. But no one knew her, and each denial only deepened his despair. He visited Faisal Mosque after hiking in the Margalla Hills, finding solace in the peaceful surroundings.

It's late afternoon, and the sun is beginning to set behind the Margalla Hills. The Faisal Mosque is glowing in the soft orange light. The large white minarets and the grand prayer hall look even more impressive.

The area around the mosque is quiet and peaceful.

The fountains near the mosque gently splash, adding a soothing sound to the atmosphere. The whole scene feels calm and beautiful, perfect for a quiet evening.

After exploring the area he had to go to monal. He met many familiar Koreans and Chinese there whom they were there for the business party.

Zaim's thoughts were filled with Helena. "Even here, I met familiar Koreans, but not you, my stubborn girl," he thought with a heavy heart while having dinner at Monal. The next morning, he left for Karachi, determined to continue his search.

In Karachi, he explored the city completely within a week. Even though Karachi was a big city, he experienced many things there.

It was evening when he was stuck at a traffic signal, and a poor girl selling gajras knocked on his car window. He rolled down the window and asked in English, 'Yes?' She replied in Urdu.

"Bhai ek lelo, thory pese mil jayengy. Apni biwi ko pehna Dena."

Zaim, not understanding Urdu, scratched the back of his head but still recognized that she was asking him to buy the garlands. Memories of Helena's kindness to the poor flooded his mind-how she never let them go empty and always helped them. His thoughts were interrupted when the girl spoke again.

"Ek lelo, khane ko pese mil jayengy."  He asked his driver about this and he made him understood, then he made an ohh face."

He bought two gajras from the girl and kept beside him, handing her a generous amount of money. Seeing the girl's smile, he was reminded of Helena's generosity.

As more poor children gathered around his car and started asking and showing their palms towards them, Zaim smiled and decided to step out and help them, and said to his driver that he was going outside and meet him near the signal area.

The driver nodded, and Zaim stepped out of his car, walking to the footpath where many poor people had gathered around him, asking for money in Urdu. Though he didn't understand the language, he knew they were asking for money as they held out their hands and spoke in unison. He laughed a little, then led them to a nearby restaurant where he fed them all, their happiness filling the air.

Afterward, he handed each of them 5,000 rupee notes. The children, overwhelmed with gratitude, hugged his legs, unable to reach higher because of his tall stature.

"Please make dua for me," Zaim requested, smiling as a passerby translated his words into Urdu for the children. He hugged the man who helped him and returned to his car, As the car drove away, he stared at the garlands, his thoughts consumed by Helena, the woman he couldn't stop searching for.

It had been 10 days since Zaim stayed in Pakistan, but after that, he returned to London. Upon returning to London, he once again immersed himself in his life for a while, but being stubborn as he was, he didn't stop searching for Helena. He even searched for her throughout London. He had also become a good friend of Mr. Hassan, whom he met at the mosque.

Helena had returned to her old state, where she was always disturbed, restless, and distressed, and Ahmed and Ayesha noticed this. They tried their best to help her return to her normal life, but now she was falling back into these traumas. Just then, Ahmed called Helena, who was reading Seerat un Nabi in her room.

Helena came to him and sat beside him while Ahmed embraced her. She wrapped her arms around his waist, inhaling his scent with closed eyes.

Ahmed then caressed her head gently and said, "We are going for Umrah in 20 days." Helena pulled back suddenly and looked at Ahmed with love. "Is this true, Baba? Will my dream come true?" Ahmed nodded with a smile and then kissed her forehead while cupping her cheeks. Helena closed her eyes and savored the kiss. Ahmed continued, "I think we need to talk to Allah there and release everything that is troubling us. I feel burdened, and until I go there, I won't find peace. You too."

Helena looked down at her bracelet and nodded. "You are right, Baba."

Ahmed then remarked, "Now get up and make a great tea for Mama and me. Go on, good girl."

Helena giggled, stood up, and went to the kitchen while Ahmed reassured Ayesha with a wink.

Days passed, and Zaim arrived in Saudi Arabia with Mr. Hassan on his private jet, as he had promised. They were greeted by airport staff who assisted them with their luggage. Zaim was dressed in a white ihram with flat slippers on his feet.

He was taken to a nearby hotel where he and Hassan could rest. After checking in and entering his room, Zaim felt overwhelmed by emotions he had never experienced before. He sat on the bed and took a deep breath. Exhausted from the long journey, he was excited to see the Kaaba.

He left the hotel and made his way to the Masjid al-Haram by car. The streets were bustling with pilgrims, and Zaim could feel the anticipation in the air.

As he reached the Haram, he saw many gates. He wore an ID card that served as his pass, with the Haram gate number written on it. He followed Hassan's instructions, enjoying each moment, experiencing everything and finding peace in even the smallest things.

He recited, "Bismillah hir Rahman nir Rahim."

"Start with the name of ALLAH Who is the most beneficial and the most merciful."

He then recited talbiya and other supplications with durood Shareef the whole way,

"Labbayk Allahumma Labbayk, Labbayk La Sharika Laka Labbayk, Innal Hamda Wan-Ni'mata Laka Wal-Mulk, La Sharika Laka."

Translation: "Here I am, O Allah, here I am. Here I am, You have no partner, here I am. Verily, all praise, grace, and dominion are Yours, You have no partner."

"SubhanAllah" (Glory be to Allah),

"Alhamdulillah" (All praise is due to Allah),

"Allahu Akbar" (Allah is the Greatest).

"Allahumma salli 'ala Muhammad wa 'ala aali Muhammad, kamaa sallaita 'ala Ibraheem wa 'ala aali Ibraheem, innaka Hameedum Majeed. Allahumma barik 'ala Muhammad wa 'ala aali Muhammad, kamaa barakta 'ala Ibraheem wa 'ala aali Ibraheem, innaka Hameedum Majeed."

Translation:

"O Allah, send blessings upon Muhammad and upon the family of Muhammad, as You sent blessings upon Ibrahim and upon the family of Ibrahim. Indeed, You are Praiseworthy and Glorious. O Allah, bestow Your blessings upon Muhammad and upon the family of Muhammad, as You bestowed Your blessings upon Ibrahim and upon the family of Ibrahim. Indeed, You are Praiseworthy and Glorious."

As he stepped through the grand courtyard of Masjid al-Haram, his eyes remained lowered in respect while he continuously recited supplications and His heart pounded like a drum as he approached the Kaaba.

His heart raced, and a wave of emotions washed over him. As he got closer, he felt his whole body start to shiver. He heard the murmurs of pilgrims and the call to prayer filling the air, with everyone reciting the Talbiya and other supplications during Tawaf in loud voices.

He then raised his head and lifted his gaze, seeing the Kaaba standing majestically in the center of the mosque. Zaim's breath caught in his throat, and tears welled up in his eyes, he let them stream down his face.

Seeing the Kaaba for the first time in his life, he felt goosebumps all over his body. His heart skipped a beat, and he shivered down his spine. Unable to bear the overwhelming feeling and the beauty of the Kaaba, he fell into prostration.

The sight of the Kaaba was more overwhelming than he had ever imagined. The black and gold Kiswah (cloth covering the Kaaba) shimmered under the bright lights of the mosque.

He remained in prostration for a while, crying his heart out. After some time, he stood up, his hands trembling as he raised them in prayer. "Allahu Akbar," he whispered, feeling a deep connection to his faith.

Then, making his first Dua after seeing the Kaaba, he prayed for forgiveness:

"Oh Allah, my beloved Allah, You are majestic. There is no doubt You are the greatest. I... I... I denied Your existence and strayed from Your path. I did everything that could make You angry with me. I committed every haram act. I drank alcohol, was involved in Zina unintentionally, and because of that, I lost my Helena, Ya Allah, I lost my rose.

I was lost, O Allah. I was foolish for always denying Your existence."

"Please forgive me for all my wrongdoings and grant me Your mercy. Grant me peace, Ya Allah. Cleanse my heart and guide me towards righteousness. Strengthen my faith and make me punctual in worshiping You.

I promise to dedicate my life to Your worship and strive to be a better person. Ya Allah, I have lost my Helena, my delicate rose. Allah, please, I ask you for the One who rules my heart, make me meet with my Helena. Unite me with her, Allah; she is my everything. I can't live without her. I want to feel her presence. Please let me see her. I know it seems impossible, but for You, nothing is impossible, Ya Illahi..."

He cried continuously, then joined the thousands of pilgrims walking around the Kaaba for seven times and performed his Tawaf. After completing his Tawaf, he proceeded to Sa'i, running back and forth between the hills of Safa and Marwah. He then drank Zamzam water.

After completing his Umrah, he stayed there the whole night, performing Tahajjud and Fajr. After Fajr, he went to a nearby restaurant to eat something since he had not eaten anything since the evening. After resting for a few hours, he returned to the mosque and got busy in Ibadah, seeking to repent as much as he could.

He felt a peace he had never felt before and, along with his other prayers, continuously asked Dua for Helena, hoping to see her once more. While performing Tawaf, he got a chance to go near the Kaaba. He performed two Nawafil in Hateem, then kissed the Kaaba with closed eyes while his tears streamed down his face. After kissing the Kiswah, he kissed the Stone of Jannah (Hajr-e-Aswad).

He was overwhelmed by the power of Allah because he had prayed a lot to be able to kiss it, as there were thousands of pilgrims there, and getting near the Kaaba was difficult. He then took out a pendant from his shirt, prayed for Helena, and put it back inside his shirt before continuing his Tawaf.

It had been a week since he arrived in Mecca, continuously praying and repenting for his past sins while also praying for Helena's protection. He now felt a peace he had never experienced before.

He went for Ziyarah, visiting many historical places, including the Cave of Hira, where Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) used to receive revelations. He performed two Nawafil there.

After spending some days, he traveled to Madina. Upon arriving, he stepped out of his car and saw the grand tomb of Masjid-e-Nabawi. He greeted it with, "Salam Ya Rasool Allah," then recited Durood Shareef and Salam.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling the peaceful air. He never thought he could feel such tranquility in these sacred places.

He entered the mosque and visited Roza-e-Rasool, where he said Salam and viewed the Roza through the small openings.

He then closed his eyes and prayed, "Salam Ya Rasool Allah, I believe in you. I believe that you are the last and final messenger of Allah. Insha'Allah, I will follow your path. You know my Helena loves you a lot and wanted to meet you. Ask Allah to grant us the chance to meet you in Jannah."

After spending some time there, he went to Riyad-ul-Jannah, where he performed two Nawafil. Riyad-ul-Jannah is said to be a piece of Jannah that came to Earth. He felt immense peace there, and the scent mesmerized him greatly.

He also visited many historical places where the Sahaba lived and the houses of many prophets and their wives.

After spending some days there, he returned to Mecca to perform Tawaf-ul-Wida.

He was standing far from the Kaaba where some people sat and others performed Nawafil. He was praying and making supplications while holding Helena's diary, writing everything down. He said, while looking at the Kaaba,

"Her thoughts for me are enough, Ya Illahi, but I wish she were here with me. At least I would have seen her once; my eyes have yearned to see her for so long."

Just then, his gaze shifted to a girl standing some distance from the Kaaba, wearing a black abaya and hijab, with her front completely covered by a veil and cardigan. His prayer was answered before he had even finished.

Helena appeared in front of him, praying with her palms joined and her eyes closed and he was asking to being with her. Zaim's eyes widened when he saw Helena standing on the opposite side of the Kaaba, praying with her palms joined and eyes closed. It was the time when Helena had come to the Haram for the first time and was performing her first prayer.

At first, Zaim couldn't believe his eyes. He rubbed them and looked again, finding her still there, praying. He quickly moved through the crowd, but he didn't realize he had dropped the diary on the floor. He ran towards her, but by the time he reached the spot, Helena had already started her Tawaf.

Zaim tried hard to find her, but she was lost among the thousands of pilgrims. Placing his hand on his temple, he looked around back and forth, his heart heavy with the same restlessness he had felt in Japan at Mohammadi Villa. Convinced it might be a delusion because he remembered her alot here, he was about to give up when he felt something prick his foot he hissed slightly in pain.

He looked down and picked up what had pricked him-a bracelet. His eyes widened in shock as he recognized it as Helena's. The bracelet, silver with a stone, had Helena's name written in italic letters that she always wore in the university .

He smiled through his tears, kissed the bracelet with closed eyes, and said while looking at it, "I was right, Rose. I felt you were near me since morning, but I can't let you go again. I can't bear this."

Looking at the Kaaba, he pleaded,

"Oh Allah, my beloved Allah, please don't do this to me again. I can't endure this again. My Helena is here, my Rose is here. Allah, you heard my Dua. Thank You so much. I really love You. Please make me meet her or make a way for us to be together I'm begging you Allah, that feeling was not fake Allah, I felt her near me, she was here Allah, she is here near me." He resumed searching for her for hours but couldn't find her.

After completing Umrah, Helena was sitting in front of the Kaaba, looking at it with innocent eyes, smiling and praising its beauty. Her parents had gone elsewhere, so she scanned the area and the other pilgrims busy in Ibadah. The scene mesmerized her even more. Her gaze then fell on the diary on the floor, where only a few people were sitting.

The diary seemed familiar, so she stood and stepped toward it. She picked it up and looked around, wondering who might have lost it. As she placed it in a corner, she noticed the initials she had written on the diary.

Her eyes widened in shock-why was her diary here? To confirm her suspicion, she opened the diary and saw her name on the first page. Her heart raced with shock and confusion, as she wondered if someone she knew might have found it.

As the Isha Salah began and everyone lined up to pray, she completed her prayers and returned to the hotel to rest. Ayesha and Helena stayed in the same room with three other ladies, while Ahmed stayed in another room with four other men.

Curious about the diary, Helena couldn't believe that the diary she lost in Korea had been found in the Haram. She flipped through the pages and reached the last section, where Zaim had written something for her. Her eyes widened, and she realized someone had read and written in it.

She started reading.

"Ma chère amour"

"She is Rare, but not like those girls in magazines, her modesty makes her different from the everyone. She is rare, for the way she thinks. She is rare, for the sparkle in her beautiful hazel green eyes.

I love those hazel green eyes.

She is rare When she talks about something she loves.

She is rare, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was upset. No, she aren't beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She is rare, deep down to her soul. She is beautiful."

Helena flipped another page,

"She painted drawings in my Soul filled with colors so brightens that it lights up the darkest corners of my darkest world.

She rules my Heart, because she is the queen of my entire heart, then locked it with her love key, only she has the key..

She and I are set apart from this world."

"We will meet in a place untouched, with a Love only We will be able to understand, no one will come between us.

In a place away from any piece and everything in this world, will meet in a galaxy that we will own.

You are the piece that's always been missing, the part that holds my Heart.

You are Always with me even you are lost.

Our story is already written my Hayatim."

From,

"Votre admirateur"

Helena felt as if someone was pounding in her heart with something, but it wasn't painful; instead, it gave her a sense of peace she couldn't quite understand. She flipped back in the diary and saw that where she had written the initials "Alex and Helena," now there were "Z and H."

At first, she thought it might be Zaim, but then she remembered that Zaim had told everyone he loved someone else also he was atheist he can't go Makkah. She was confused then closed the diary and went to sleep because she was too tired to think further.

Zaim spent more time in Saudi Arabia, extending his trip further. Along with performing Ibadah and Tawaf, he searched for Helena obsessively. He barely slept, only managing two hours before heading to the Haram again. Despite staying for three months, he couldn't find Helena, while she had only stayed for twenty days.

After Returning to London, Zaim was filled with regret that Helena had been so close, yet he had lost her again. His temperament had changed drastically; he became more irritable and frequently shouted at his staff, causing his employees to fear him.

In his office, Zaim reviewing some files. The room was large and well-decorated according to his taste. The door knocked, and after granting permission, his secretary entered wearing a short dress that reached only to her knees.

Zaim's gaze briefly fell on her bare knees before he quickly shifted his eyes and muttered, "Astagfirullah," then continuing to focus on the files. She placed a coffee and another file on the table.

This is your iced Americano, sir, and the file from Mark and Co. Please sign them, and I'll send them back. Also, this is the invitation card from NexZen Innovation for their annual business party. Have a look at it, sir."

Zaim signed the file after reviewing but didn't touch the invitation card. As she was about to leave, he said, "Miss Lisa, please try not to wear such outfits next time, and ask every female employee to dress more modestly." Lisa looked at herself with confusion and then nodded with a slight fake smile before leaving the room. She sat at her desk, threw the files down, and scoffed.

Her colleague asked, "What happened, our legend Lisa? Why the long face? Did our dear devil scold you?"

Lisa scoffed again and took a sip of her coffee. "Huh, don't talk to me about that extremist."

"Haha, really? Your dear crush has become an extremist now? Don't tell me you gave up on him so easily?"

Close the topic, Jenny, please."

"Yah lizyy just tell me what happened."

"Do you know what he did today?"

Jenny feigned shock, placing both palms on her cheeks. "Don't tell me he tried to take advantage of this beauty?

Lisa gave her a death glare and said while resting her head on her elbow on the table, "I'm an unfortunate girl, my dear Jenny. None of this is in my destiny. He even told me to change my style, didn't look at me once, and said to tell every female staff member to dress modestly. He shattered my dreams in seconds. I put so much effort into my outfit to impress him today, but he didn't even notice. I'm really heartbroken."

Lisa made a dramatic gesture, clearly upset.

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"Are you coming to the annual NexZen Innovations party?" Ryan asked.

"Nay, I'm not in the mood," Zaim replied.

"But you should come, Zaim."

"I have a lot on my plate that I need to finish before the year ends."

"Don't skip it, or you'll regret it."

" Why are you so insistent on me going to this party? Do you want something from me like before? I'm telling you, Rayyan, I'm not giving any favors for free."

"Yah man, you're exaggerating. I'm not asking for anything. I just want you to meet people and build connections. It will be great for your business and your health."

"Yeah, I know, but I don't need to build connections. My name is enough to make my business famous."

"Hahaha, you're just full of yourself. God help you, my dear friend."

Thankyou Mr Ryan, there is no doubt, Well, when will you come?"

"Let's see. I have many meetings in Canada, but I'll try to make it to the party. See you there, Mr. Zaim."

"Let's see bro, don't rush,"  Zaim said cutting the call.

It was 11 p.m., and he had just returned from the bathroom after a shower. He rubbed his hair with one hand, threw the towel on the bed, and picked up the invitation card from the nightstand. He took the card out of the envelope and considered it. He suddenly remembered Helena's bracelet.

He went to his cupboard, opened the drawer, and took out the box where he kept the bracelet to prevent it from damage. He returned to the bed, sat on the edge, and took the bracelet out of the box.

He caressed the bracelet with affection and love, as it belonged to Helena. Everything that belonged to her was precious to him. He kissed the name engraved on it, missing Helena deeply. He was so Exhausted, he then placed the bracelet beside him and lay down, eventually falling asleep.

In the Ahmadi house, everyone was sitting in the garden, having their evening tea. Helena was on the grass, pouring tea into cups. Ahmad was busy on the phone with one of his friends.

"Yes, yes, Hashim. I'll talk to my family and then inform you. Sure, send me his picture.

Helena looked at him,

Hahaha no worries, if it would good I'll consider him.

Thanks, Hashim. May Allah bless you. Allah Hafiz."

Helena placed a cup in front of Ahmad and another for Ayesha before sitting down with her own tea.

"One of my friends suggested this guy for our Helena. He comes from a wealthy and good family," Ahmad said.

Helena looked up at him but remained silent.

Ayesha discussed everything with Ahmad, who then asked Helena, "Are you happy with this? If you agree, we'll say yes."

Helena nodded slightly, her head lowered. "As you like, Baba."

Ahmad looked at Ayesha, who reassured him with a blink.

"You will be happy with him, my child. He comes from a very notable family, and my friend knows him well."

Helena raised her head, took Ahmad's hand, and said, "I trust you, Baba. What you do for me will always be better."

She was interrupted when Jessica entered the garden.

"My precious baby, Jessica's favorite diamond," she said, hugging Helena warmly. "I'm sorry, my baby. InshAllah, you will be happy. My prayers are always with you."

Jessica hugged Helena warmly and Helena closed her eyes but she didn't react she felt numb inside.

Helena no longer cared about anything. Her emotions had died, and she had resigned herself to whatever destiny had in store. If she could endure this, she would endure anything. She had stopped arguing whenever proposals came her way, always saying yes to her parents.

If a proposal was unsuitable, Ahmad would reject it on his own. Now, Ahmad had fixed her marriage with a man six years older than her but wealthy. Helena was set to marry him in a month.

Fatima had already arrived, but Ryan hadn't come yet due to meetings and seminars. He said he would arrive a week before the wedding. Faris and Nura hadn't arrived either because Faris was busy with work and couldn't take many days off. They planned to come to Japan a week or two before the wedding.

Helena wasn't too upset; Jibreel, Ryan and Fatima's son, was with her most of the time. She spent her days playing with him or going shopping with Fatima for her wedding preparations.

Days passed, and everyone was engrossed in the wedding preparations like shopping and other arrangements. Ryan arranged everything, presenting it as a gift from Fatima. Helena and Fatima were getting ready for a shopping trip when Fatima noticed Helena's missing bracelet. She grabbed her hand suddenly

"Yahh Helena, where did your bracelet go?" Fatima asked in shocked.

Helena glanced at her bare wrist, and made a sad pout "I don't know, Fatima. I lost it somewhere. It was with me in Saudi Arabia, but after that, I think I lost it there."

Just then, Ayesha arrived, announcing that Jessica had come to join them for shopping.

Zaim stood in front of his mirror, adjusting his cufflinks. He wore black straight pants, a white shirt, and a black coat with a matching black tie. After setting his hair with hairspray and applying his signature perfume, Ralph Lauren polo, and then fastened his Rolex watch. He was fully prepared for the annual business party, though Ryan had been chewing his brain to come.

Zaim initially resisted Ryan's repeated calls, turning off his phone several times. However, he eventually agreed to attend the annual business party.

The venue was beautifully decorated with a variety of flowers and soft music. As Zaim mingled with Ryan and other businessmen, he was met with mixed reactions to his recent embrace of Islam. Some congratulated him, while others criticized him, but Zaim remained unfaze.

While engaged in conversation with a business partner, Ryan called him over. He excused himself and went towards Ryan.

He shifted his gaze from Ryan to the standing figure of a man just then his jaw dropped in shocked and his eyes widened when he saw Faris in front of him. He turned his body completely towards Faris. He immediately recognized him as he had previously seen in Canada.

"You...?" Zaim began,

but Faris interrupted, "You? Seriously? You from the hospital day? What are you doing here?"

Zaim, puzzled, stepped closer to Faris. Ryan, confused, asked, "Do you two know each other?"

Faris responded looking at Ryan, "He's the one who beat me up at the hospital, deliberately. I still don't know why did I get beaten up by this monster."

Ryan dismissed him saying, "Faris, stop saying nonsense. He's a well-known businessman."

Faris laughed sarcastically and said, "Really? You don't even know him. He's all about violence. I still remember how this monster brutally attacked me." Faris grabbed his jaw dramatically.

Zaim still didn't get anything because he was trying to bring this confusing state into reality, still struggling to comprehend the situation, trying to piece together the confusion Faris was causing, thought why Faris brought this topic and was saying nonsense.

However, Zaim already imagined his marriage with Helena even after seeing Faris. The more he thought about it, the more his mind raced. Suddenly, his mind hit the realization and he asked."

"Do you know my Rose? How is she?"

Ryan didn't get what Zaim was saying, and neither did Faris. They were both confused by his words. Faris said nothing, thinking that something had struck Zaim's mind and he had lost his sanity. Zaim grabbed Faris's arms and asked again desperately while stepping a little closer.

"How is my Helena?"

Faris was still confused but suddenly narrowed his eyebrows, and Ryan gave the same confused expression. Faris then replied, "How do you know Helena?"

Instead of replying, Zaim asked again with the same intense expression, "Tell me, how's my Helena, Faris?"

Faris still didn't say anything, as he was witnessing Zaim's current state. "DAMN IT, TELL ME WHERE IS SHE?"

He raised his voice. Just then, some people who were standing near them started looking, but Zaim didn't care. A new ray of hope had been born; how could he let it fade away just because people were watching?

Ryan looked at everyone who was watching them, stepped a little closer to Zaim, and said, "Don't create a scene here; let's go outside and talk."

After that, they all went outside the hall. Zaim looked deep into Faris's eyes with an intense gaze and asked again,

"WHAT'S YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH HER? WHY WERE YOU NEAR HER IN THE HOSPITAL AND SPEAKING TO HER AS IF YOU WERE SOMEONE CLOSE? TELL ME ALREADY, FARIS."

He then grabbed Faris's collar.

"What is this behavior, Zaim? Are you out of your mind huhh?" Faris raised his voice a little.

"TELL ME, DAMN IT! WHAT'S THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN YOU TWO HUHH? MY HELENA IS INNOCENT. WHY WERE YOU NEAR HER?"

Zaim demanded.

Ryan intervened and said, "Zaim, what's happening? Would you like to clarify and let go of his collar. Don't make a scene; remember, we're outside, and everyone is watching us."

Zaim glared deeply into Faris's eyes and asked in anger, "Tell me."

Faris replied, "Damn, she is my sister."

Zaim released his grip on Faris's collar slightly and grabbed his own temple with one hand while holding his waist with the other. He turned away with his eyes tightly closed as a rush of mixed emotions overwhelmed him.

Then he asked again after turning back to Faris, "Where is my Helena right now?"

Ryan was watching the entire scene unfold.

At first, Faris was about to ask how Zaim knew Helena, but then he recalled seeing Zaim once at the university. With that, the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place.

"She's in Japan right now," Faris replied.

"What? Japan? I need to go to her." Zaim suddenly moved towards the parking area, ready to leave and find Helena.

Faris and Ryan exchanged a bewildered glance, wondering if Zaim had lost his mind. Ryan raised his voice slightly and said, "Bro She's getting married next week."

Zaim halted in his tracks, feeling as if sharp knives were slashing his heart. He turned back towards Ryan, tears welling up in his eyes, though he fought to control them. In a pained voice, he asked, "What do you mean?"

Ryan repeated, "She's getting married, Zaim. We're leaving tomorrow morning to arrange the wedding rituals."

Faris, sensing that Zaim might cause trouble for Helena, he interjected, "Don't create problems for Helena, Zaim. She herself agreed to this marriage.

She's already been through so much, barely surviving, and she's just now returning to some sense of normalcy from death's mouth. Don't cause her more pain by doing something reckless, like you did at the hospital. She used to be strong, but now she's become fragile. She's broken.

Baba has kept her away from every hardship and harm all these years. She can't bear any more trauma now. Don't do anything that would cause her more pain. She's endured so much already, none of which she deserved Zaim.

To make her happy and rebuild her life, Baba arranged her marriage a year ago with his friend Uncle Ali's son." Zaim looked at Faris with narrowed confused eyes and asked, "Who is Ali?"

Faris replied, "Baba's old friend, his son Zai..." He stopped mid-sentence. Zaim looked at him with an intense gaze, and suddenly, the realization hit Faris. With his eyebrows furrowed, he asked, "Don't tell me you're the son of Ali because Baba told me he fixed Helena's marriage with his old friend Mohammad Ali's son, Zaim."

At first, Zaim didn't understand what Faris was trying to say. He looked at Ryan, then back at Faris. "Oh my God," Faris exclaimed. Zaim was still confused, thinking, "What is happening here? This is beyond my understanding."

Zaim's rage flared up again. He grabbed Faris's collar and raised his voice, "SPEAK UP, FARIS! TELL ME THE WHOLE TRUTH!"

"DON'T YELL AT ME, ZAIM," Faris shouted back, jerking his collar free from Zaim's grip. Then he asked, "You're the son of Mohammad Ali, who lived in Korea but later moved to London?"

"Oh damn, that means Baba fixed Helena's marriage with you, and you didn't know? I can't believe this world, seriously. My brain is about to explode."

Zaim laughed sarcastically, still unable to believe Faris's words. Faris, in wonder, said again, "Don't tell me you didn't know about this." Zaim responded still confused and in disbelief

"You got to be kidding me ,hahaha, he rubbed his face." Then Faris continued.

"Your Baba asked for Helena's hand for you some time ago when you were in London. Uncle Ali convinced my Baba that once you returned to Japan within the year, they would set a date for your marriage. Your friend John informed him of your activities and well-being, and Uncle Ali was worried about you. He might have feared you would be upset and angry with him, so he asked John to keep him updated on you.

He fixed your marriage with Helena in hopes that you, living alone in London, would come back soon and agree to this marriage. That's why Baba fixed it. But when you went to the Mohammadi villa in Japan, Helena was already there because my parents were in Canada for Fatima.

Helena stayed behind due to her university and madarsah exams, so she couldn't take time off. That's why she was staying in your house in Japan. After what happened to Helena in these years, Baba didn't want her to be alone. Aunt Jessica suggested she stay at the Mohammadi villa.

But when Helena was in the Mohammadi villa, you went there for some work. When Uncle Ali tried to stop you and told you about the marriage, you rejected it, saying you liked someone else, and broke the engagement. Helena witnessed the whole situation.

When Mama and Baba returned from Canada, she told them everything, and Baba then dismissed the engagement. Despite everything that happened to her, she agreed to marry you because she felt responsible for Baba's health and all the chaos. She agreed after much difficulty."

Zaim felt his mind spinning, everything fading from his sight as he processed Faris's story. As the pieces of the puzzle started to assemble, a deep regret washed over him, realizing how foolish he had been. He turned in the opposite direction, resting his palms on his knees and leaning forward slightly. Then he started shouting, "DAMN IT, DAMN IT, DAMN IT! HOW COULD I BE SUCH A FOOL? YOU JERK, ZAIM. YOU IDIOT!"

Ryan approached Zaim and placed a comforting hand on his back, trying to calm him. "If you liked someone else, then why are you so concerned about Helena?"

Zaim tilted his head to the side, giving Ryan a side glare, then straightened his posture. "I did go there," he began. "It's true. My dad told me he had fixed my marriage to one of his friend's daughters, but he didn't mention the girl's name. I thought she was someone else. I didn't know she was Helena.

I've only ever loved Helena. How could I think of anyone else? You may not believe me, but it's true. She's the only one who owns my heart. Yes, I told Dad that I loved someone else, but I was talking about Helena. It was my fault that I didn't say her name because I was afraid he wouldn't agree. He always misunderstood me. I didn't know he was talking about Helena. I was scared."

Faris interrupted, "You ran because you were scared? You didn't even try to figure out who your father had chosen for you?"

"I didn't run," Zaim retorted. "I thought she might be one of his other friend's daughters. I told him I wouldn't marry the girl he chose, that I'd marry the girl I loved-and that's Helena. That's the reality."

He continued, his voice filled with frustration. "And you know what? When I got to the Mohammadi villa in Japan, I felt this strange restlessness, a weird sensation I couldn't put into words. My heart kept signaling that Helena was there, but I dismissed it, thinking it was just because I'd returned from her house in Korea.

Ryan and Faris exchanged a glance both realizing that he had even gone to Helena's house.

But that means Helena was there, in Japan, at my dad's mansion and that's why I was feeling this way. She was so close to me, and I didn't even realize it. I even opened the door of that particular room where I felt her presence, but Dad stopped me. He saw me there for the first time and didn't know I was in Japan. We argued a lot that night. I even yelled at him, not knowing Helena was witnessing the whole situation."

As Zaim continued, Faris and Ryan listened in stunned silence. Zaim's anguish was evident in his every word.

"If you don't believe in my love, wait-let me show you proof." Ryan and Faris had an eye contact in confusion with furrowed eyebrows then they saw,

Zaim reached into his coat pocket and pulled out something small. Faris's jaw dropped when he saw what it was: Helena's bracelet. He quickly grabbed it from Zaim's hand, his expression one of shock as he stared at it.

Zaim smiled slightly, a hint of pride in his voice. "How did you get this?" Faris asked, still in disbelief. "It belongs to Helena. When she came to Canada recently, she had it with her."

Faris was even more shocked because it was the gift he had given Helena on her 15th birthday, and she had kept it all these years.

"I went for Umrah recently," Zaim explained," and I prayed a lot to Allah to let me see my Helena just once. I've been searching for her throughout the world like a madman for seven years, going to every place I could think of. I prayed with all my heart at Haram, in front of the Kaaba, while crying.

And you know what happened? When I was praying, I saw her. My Helena, standing in front of the Kaaba, a little far from me. I thought I'd found her at last. I pushed through the crowd to reach her, but when I got to her spot, she was gone. I lost her again. I searched everywhere, extended my trip from one month to three months, but I couldn't find her I did find her bracelet instead.

I recognized it very well because she always wore it at university. I felt like Allah was giving me a sign, that He was just testing me."

Zaim's voice softened as he added, "Since that day, I've kept her bracelet close to my heart. I've also had her diary for years, but I lost it in Makkah. I found her bracelet, but I lost her. But I've never lost hope that one day I'll find her and make her mine."

Faris and Ryan observed his anguish, their expressions heavy with sympathy. Zaim then furrowed his brows and looked at Ryan. Faris noticed his reaction and also turned to Ryan.

"How do you know Helena?" Zaim asked, his voice tinged with suspicion, as if wondering if there was a family connection.

Ryan replied, "Bro, she's my sister-in-law, my wife's sister."

Zaim whispered loudly, looking off into the distance, "I can't believe this. Damn it. I had been so close to her in these years. You and I became friends, we got close, but I didn't know? I'm the biggest idiot in the world. She was right there, so close to me, and I was searching the whole world for her."

He let out a bitter laugh. "You know what, Ryan? If there were a competition for being an idiot and a fool, I'd get the gold medal."

Faris and Ryan stifled their laughter. Ryan then asked, "But how did you know she might be traveling somewhere?"

"I had her diary," Zaim explained, "In which she wrote down names of countries and cities she'd go to whenever she was upset or in trouble. That's why I followed her trail."

Ryan and Faris looked at him in disbelief. Faris said, "You really are a fool for a reason, man. You'd win that gold medal, no doubt, if no one will give you I'll give you seriously, Faris clapped with a fake dramatic proud pose."

Ryan laughed and added, "Bro, I never expected this kind of foolishness from you, as far as I know you."

Zaim's expression turned serious. "You can never understand how crazy I am for my Helena. Even I don't fully understand it. All I know is that she taught me how to live, how to smile and she's my everything. Without her, my life has no meaning."

Ryan said, "But none of this is of any use now. She is getting married."

"As if I would let that happen! Only I have a right on her; no one else can even look at her, got it?" Zaim retorted.

Faris asked in wonder, "Will you stop her wedding?"

"Yes, I will," Zaim replied.

"And will she let you do that? Ok Tell me, how will you manage it? By humiliating her in front of the world? By hurting her honor? Huh?" Faris asked sarcastically.

"I won't do anything to hurt her honor, and if she tries to stop me, then I'll go in front of everyone and ask for her hand. And if that doesn't work, I'll pick her up in my arms and take her with me. I'll do whatever it takes to make her mine," Zaim said with determination.

"Don't you dare do anything foolish, Zaim. I'm telling you, or else I'll sue you," Faris warned.

"I couldn't care less. But I promise I won't do anything to hurt her honor, and I'm a man of my word. Just wait and watch," Zaim responded calmly.

Then he continued, "Give me the address."

Faris refused, still afraid that Zaim might do something reckless. Zaim turned his attention to Ryan and said straightforwardly, "Ryan, send me the address."

As he walked away, he called back, "You have five minutes, Ryan. Send me the address and the details of that useless groom, or else-you know me well-I won't let you go back to your family." He gestured with two fingers in the air and then stepped into his car.

Ryan sent the address to Zaim's phone, despite Faris continuously urging him not to. Somehow, Ryan had come to believe that Zaim genuinely loved her. After all the years of suffering, he thought Zaim deserved at least one chance. Ryan had seen the transformation in Zaim-how he wasn't the same person anymore. Over the past few years, Zaim had changed significantly. He had embraced Islam, grown his business in a short span, and shown determination that Ryan couldn't ignore.

Ryan wasn't scared of Zaim's blackmailing, but he was on his way to meet his wife and son after a long time, so he didn't want to take any risks. He knew Zaim well enough to understand that Zaim could do anything. But in these years, Zaim had also become a good friend to him, and Rayyan cared for him like a younger brother. He genuinely wanted to help him.

As Zaim reached his car and stepped into it, he chuckled after receiving the address, thinking about how innocent Ryan was.

Faris, still frustrated, argued with Rayyan. "You shouldn't have sent him the address. What if he causes a scene and creates trouble for our family?"

Ryan, trying to calm Faris down, said, "Zaim is not an ordinary man. If he says he's going to do something, he'll do it no matter the cost. He's stubborn and doesn't give up easily. It's pointless to try and stop him."

Finally, the day arrived-the day Helena was getting married that night.

Everyone woke up early for Fajr, and after breakfast, they all became engrossed in the wedding arrangements.

Meanwhile, Ryan and Faris were sitting on the couch in the lounge, dressed in comfy clothes and enjoying their brunch. Faris turned to Ryan and said, "I told you, bro, he was just playing around. If he was serious, he would've done something for her by now."

Ryan, lost in thought, began to doubt himself and said, "Yeah, you're right. I believed him after seeing his confidence that day, but I didn't realize he could fool me."

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Ah, guys, I can't even begin to describe what I was feeling while writing these chapters—aaa'ishhh, I just can't. These two are truly my babies, and they are so dear to me. I was literally trembling and feeling my heart pounding as I wrote them. I waited so long for this scene, and finally, it happened. I really can't put my feelings into words. I hope you liked the previous chapters, and now I'll surprise you with a bang !! 😀