At hostel

Ayesha sat deep in thought, her mind drifting to Chawoon.

Oh Allah... why do I always feel this strange flutter whenever I'm around Chawoon?....he has such a beautiful heart one that sees beyond looks, that cares for what truly matters "
she whispered to herself, pausing as her chest tightened at the memory.

"I thought it was nothing... but ever since the day he stood with me against the whole college... my heart... it does strange things just at the thought of him, even when I hear his name. It's... a good feeling," she murmured, her breath catching.

"It feels... so good to be near him, to hear him speak, to laugh with him... Could this... be love?"

Reality hit her like a cold wind. "No... I can't love him. If I can't marry him, these feelings are useless... dangerous. Oh Allah, please... free my heart from these feelings before it becomes my enemy."

At chawoon house

He sat quietly in his room while his mind consumed with thoughts of Ayesha.

"I don't know why," he mused to himself, "but whenever I see her, I just want to keep looking at her all day. It's like I can't get enough of her presence."

A faint smile touched his lips as he continued thinking. "I love talking to her, and seeing tears in her eyes feels unbearable to me. I just can't stand it."

He shook his head, smirking. "She... she impressed me the moment I saw her. And when she rejected me... my heart actually fluttered. Weird, huh?...he smirked

"I always thought girls only cared about my money or looks, not me as a person. But with her... it felt... different."

He chuckled softly, shaking his head in disbelief. "No one's ever rejected me like that before."

He leaned back, his thoughts growing deeper. "She's different. Her heart is pure. I don't know why I trust her so much it's like I've known her forever, even though I know almost nothing about her."

Determination flickered in his eyes. "But I'll make sure to learn everything about her ...what she loves, what she doesn't. I want to know it all."

And with that, his thoughts lingered on her, his heart pounding like a crazy

Back at hostel

Her plea hung in the air as she struggled to find peace in her heart, torn between emotions and faith.
And her eyes filled with tears..

Ameena interrupt ayesha by saying "I can't find that book from where I learn Korean"..

Ayesha, startled, quickly wiped her tears. "What? Did you check your bag properly?"

But Ameena, noticing the redness in Ayesha's eyes, frowned. "Wait a minute. Were you crying? What's wrong? Tell me."

Ayesha hesitated before softly asking, "Ameena, can I ask you something?"

"Of course, you can!"

Ayesha took a deep breath. "I think... I think I've fallen in love with......she paused for a second
"....Chawoon."

Ameena's eyes widened, and she gasped dramatically. "Kyaaa? Mujhe pata tha! I knew it!"

"Wait, what?...., I didn't even realize it myself until now," Ayesha said shyly. "But I'm not sure if it's love or something ...else......."
she graps Ameena's hand and continues "Ameena, can you tell me... what is love supposed to feel like?"

Ameena smirked and replied, "Well, I'm not done ph.D in love, but I can definitely try to explain."

"Ameena, I'm serious!" Ayesha said and grap her shoulder

"Fine, fine!" Ameena said, suppressing her laughter.

Ayesha tries to convey her feelings towards him "Whenever he's around, my heart beat becomes faster!

I always think about him all the time, and it makes me so happy!" .. And I...

Ameena cut her off, raising her hand. "Okay, stop right there. You're done for. You're definitely in love!"

Ayesha stares at her confused shocked

A wide grin spread across Ameena's face as she added, "Finally, I've got a jiiiijuu...a Korean jiju! How exciting!"

Ayesha sighed, her expression turning serious again. "Ameena, it's not that simple. How can I marry him? She pause

He's not Muslim, and besides, Ji-won likes him too. And let's be real, he'll never love me. He's so handsome, and every girl in college wants to be his girlfriend. Just the other day, a girl asked me to give her love letter to Chawoon. Like, what am I...a pigeon?"

Ameena burst into laughter. "Hahaha! Ayesha, you're overthinking again. Yes, he's not Muslim, but listen... Allah's plan is always bigger than anything we imagine. Feelings just happen ...you don't choose them. What matters is how you handle them."

Ayesha looked at her hopefully. "You think so?"

"Of course! And about Ji-won-she already said he doesn't like her, so don't stress about that part."

Ayesha sighed. "But it's strange... we're not even close, yet he only talks to me in the whole college."

"See? That's something, isn't it?"
Ameena said, grinning. "But for now, let's focus on studying."

"Speaking of focus, where's your book?" Ayesha teased.

Ameena groaned. "I still can't find it!"

"Alright, let me help you, dumb," Ayesha said with a playful smirk.

Ameena rolled her eyes. "Oh, I'm dumb now?

Of course because You're the one who probably misplaced it!"

"Fine, fine," Ameena said with rolling eyes

Ayesha chuckled ,"okay , maybe you left it in college. We'll check tomorrow."

Ameena sighed. "I hope so. I had all my notes in that book!"

"Don't worry, we'll find it," Ayesha said, trying to cheer her up

At ahmed house

He was rummaging through his bag, searching for something, when his hand brushed against a book. Pulling it out, he frowned. It wasn't his.

Curiously, he looked at the name written on the cover: Ameena ♡ ᪲᪲᪲

"Ameena?" he muttered to himself, confused. "Who is she?"

Then it clicked. He remembered bumping into a girl earlier in the day. "Oh, so her name is Ameena," he said with a smirk.

Unable to resist, he flipped the book open. It was a guidebook for learning Korean. Amused, he chuckled, "She's trying to learn Korean?"

As he skimmed through the pages, he came across some notes where she had practiced writing in Korean. Her handwriting was a complete mess. He burst into laughter, struggling to hold it back. "Her handwriting is so bad!" he said, still grinning. Shaking his head, he closed the book and placed it aside.

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Ahmed's Introduction ᥫ᭡.

Ahmed is Chawoon's friend and neighbor, as well as a successful businessman. Despite his wealth and success, his past holds its share of struggles.

When Ahmed was seven, his family moved to Korea after his mother's death. His father, a businessman and close friend of Chawoon's father, relocated the family to start anew. Tragically, a few years ago, Ahmed's father also passed away, leaving the family business in his hands.

Balancing his studies and responsibilities, Ahmed sought help from Kim Min Kyu, to manage the business.

Though Ahmed has lived in Korea for most of his life, his roots remain in Pakistan. He speaks fluent Korean and Urdu/Hindi and cherishes his connection to both cultures.
Among his family, he is especially close to his grandmother (nani), who still lives in Pakistan and holds a special place in his heart.

Ahmed is a cool, laid-back guy who is tall and lean, with wavy black hair and sharp brown eyes. Not strikingly handsome, but his quiet confidence and easygoing, mischievous air made him impossible to ignore and carries the charm of both his heritage and his life in Korea, making him stand out wherever he goes.

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At hospital

Ji-won slowly opened her eyes after two long days. Though she was much better now, the doctor insisted she still needed medical care, so they decided not to discharge her just yet.

Chawoon and his mother were overjoyed to hear that Ji-won was awake. They decided to visit her, but first, Chawoon wanted to inform his brother, Kim Min Kyu. He dialed his number, but the call went unanswered.

As they approached Ji-won's hospital room, Chawoon noticed a man standing outside the door. The man looked serious, almost like a bodyguard.

Chawoon frowned and asked, "Who are you, and why are you standing here?"

The man replied calmly, "I'm here to protect Ji-won. Kim Min Kyu hired me."

Chawoon sighed, "I should've known. I'll have to ask my brother about this later, but he isn't answering my calls."

Pushing the thought aside, Chawoon and his mother entered Ji-won's room.

Her mother rushed to her bedside and hugged her tightly. "Are you okay, my dear?"

Ji-won smiled, her voice soft but steady. "Yes, now I feel much better after hugging you."

Her mother beamed with pride. "Ji-won, I'm so proud of you. You're my brave girl."

Chawoon stepped closer and said gently, "Ji-won, don't ever do something like this again. I can't bear to see you like this."

Ji-won chuckled lightly. "I didn't exactly tell that guy to shoot me."

Her laugh was contagious, and soon Chawoon found himself smiling. "I know you didn't," he replied, relieved to see her in good spirits.

Then he teased her, "But honestly, I'm curious how have you gone more than three days without ramen noodles?"

Ji-won's smile faded, and she glared at him. "Stop it! Don't you dare remind me about that! Now I can't stop thinking about it."

"Sorry, sorry," he said, raising his hands in surrender. "Get some rest now."

Her mother chimed in, "Yes, my dear, get some rest."

Ji-won smiled warmly, looking at his mom . "I love you."

Her mother leaned in and replied, "I love you too."

Chawoon stood back, watching the beautiful bond between Ji-won and her mother. It warmed his heart to see how deeply they cared for each other.

At night chawoon house

Meanwhile, Kim Min Kyu had not returned home. Chawoon grew increasingly worried as his brother wasn't picking up his calls.

Trying to avoid alarming their mother, Chawoon reassured her by saying , "He said he has some important meeting he will come tomorrow . Don't worry about him, and please go to sleep."

Not wanting to burden her with his concern, he stayed up alone.

Finally, his phone rang it was Kim Min Kyu

"Hii, hyeongje (brother),"
Min Kyu greeted and continued . "I won't be coming home tonight. Don't worry, I'm fine. I'm just busy with something."

"Wait, but..w.." Chawoon began, but Min Kyu cut the call before he could finish.

Chawoon stared at his phone, frustration growing. "What is he so busy with?" he wondered aloud, his concern deepening.

Next day.
At college

Ameena was pacing back and forth, her worry growing with every passing moment. She had been searching for her book everywhere, even asking her classmates, but there was no sign of it.

"I think you lost it," Ayesha said with a shrug.

"It's not just a book!" Ameena replied, frustrated. "There's a note in it where I practiced writing Korean, and I've written down so many meanings. I can't lose that!"

Ayesha said with a reassuring smile "Don't worry. You're not alone. From now on, my books are your books too."

Ameena's face softened, and a small smile crept across her lips. "Really?"

"Yes, really," Ayesha said, smiling back. "Now come on, let's head to class." She took Ameena's hand and led her toward the classroom.

As they approached, Ameena whispered excitedly, "Look, jiju is here!"

Ayesha cleared her throat, and whispered . "Don't call him that.

Ameena replied..."I mean... Chawoon is coming."

"Oh no," Ayesha muttered, glancing away. "I want to stay far away from him."

"Hi, Ayesha. Hi, Ameena," Chawoon greeted with a friendly smile.

"Hi," Ameena replied cheerfully, while Ayesha just gave a polite nod.

Chawoon's eyes lingered on Ayesha, noticing her silence. "Ayesha, are you alright?" he asked, his tone concerned.

"Ah, yes," she replied quickly. "Alhamdulillah."

Before he could say anything more, the professor walked in, and Chawoon returned to his seat.

After the lecture, Ayesha and Ameena were on their way to pray when Ahmed appeared in front of them, blocking their path.

"What are you doing? Let us go!" Ameena said impatiently, glancing at the clock. There wasn't much time to waste.

"Wait," Ahmed said, stepping in front of them again as they tried to move around him.

Ayesha frowned. "What's wrong with you? Why are you blocking our path?"

Ameena under her breath "Wait a second... he's the guy I bumped into earlier! But why is he acting like this? Could he have fallen for me? Does he want to be my friend? She shook her head at her own silly thoughts.

Ahmed turned to her. "You're Ameena, right?"

Ameena stared at him, confused. "How do you know my name? Wait... are you stalking us?"

Ahmed smirked, clearly amused. "Stalking you? Do you think you're so special that I'd do that?"

His response irritated Ameena. "That's it! I'm going to complain to the principal about you!"

"Stop!" Ayesha intervened, holding Ameena back.

Ahmed held out a book. "Just listen to me. This is yours, isn't it?"

Ameena's eyes widened. "Wait... what? You had my book?"

Before she could finish her sentence, Ahmed interrupted, "Yes, and I think you need to work on your handwriting. I couldn't even read half of it."

Ameena glared at him, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "You read my book? How rude! ...
That's so unmannered!"

Ahmed smirked again. "Oh, so now you're giving me a lecture on manners? If you're so well-mannered yourself, shouldn't you be thanking me for returning your book? And, maybe... apologizing for your behavior too ...he was ready to listen thank you

"Your welcome", Mr. Know-it-all!" she added cheekily, spinning on her heel and walking away without giving him a chance to respond.

As she disappeared around the corner, he thought to himself, What's with this much attitude?

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