Red threads || KTH (S2)

Chapter 2 - The devil is back

"Emotional instability?" Sahada let out a bitter laugh, her eyes filled with unshed tears. "Great. As if my life wasn't dramatic enough already."

The doctor smiled faintly but didn't waver. "I need you to take this seriously, Sahada. Controlling your emotions is crucial. Stress or sudden emotional outbursts can escalate things quickly. And misunderstandings with people around you could make everything harder."

Sahada looked down, her lips quivering. "What are my chances? Be honest, Doctor."

Dr. Hyerin's expression softened. "The chances aren't as high as we'd like. But we'll do everything in our power to help you fight this."

Sahada nodded, a mix of fear and resignation washing over her. She stood up slowly, gripping the edge of the chair for support. "Thank you, Doctor," she murmured before leaving the room.

As she walked down the empty hallway, her thoughts spiraled into a vulnerable clarity. "Maybe this is why. Maybe this is my Rabb's better plan. If Murtasim was meant to love me, I'd only have been a mess in his life. Or worse... maybe I'd leave him alone in this world, broken. Maybe that's why Allah gave him a chance to accept what's right."

Tears slipped down her cheeks, but this time, they carried a strange sense of surrender. "It's better this way, Murtasim. You chose her, and it's for the best. If you'd chosen me, we'd both end up hurting. At least now, only I'll bear the pain."

Her steps faltered, and she leaned against the wall, her hand gripping her chest. Her heart ached, but her faith gave her strength. "My Rabb knows best. If this is His decree, then I will accept it."

She straightened herself, wiped her tears, and walked toward the exit. The weight on her shoulders didn't feel lighter, but her resolve was stronger. "If this is my war, I'll fight it with dignity. Alone."

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The private jet's door opened, and Mahir stepped out, the late afternoon sun casting a golden glow on his sharp features. His tailored suit clung to him perfectly, the breeze slightly tousling his hair as his black shoes clicked against the stairway. Min Jae stood at the bottom of the stairs, bowing slightly as Mahir descended.

"Welcome to Korea, sir," Min Jae said crisply.

Mahir nodded with a faint smile, his eyes scanning the horizon briefly before handing Min Jae his luggage. "You prepared everything, right?"

"Yes, sir," Min Jae responded confidently. "Everything is ready as you requested."

Mahir smirked, adjusting the cuff of his blazer. "Yeah, you did a great job," he said, patting Min Jae's shoulder lightly before walking toward the airport.

Inside, the air buzzed with the quiet hum of exclusivity in the VIP arrival area. Mahir's steps were measured and steady, his gaze sharp as ever. But as he approached the exit, his eyes fell on a figure leaning casually against the hood of a sleek black car.

Murtasim.

He was there, arms crossed, jaw clenched, radiating the kind of tension that could crack concrete.

Mahir let out a long sigh, muttering under his breath. "I'm going to rip him apart."

Turning to Min Jae, Mahir gestured toward the car. "Take the luggage. I'll handle this."

Min Jae nodded, stepping aside, while Mahir walked toward Murtasim with deliberate slowness, the irritation building with every step.

Stopping right in front of him, Mahir crossed his arms. Murtasim greeted him with a deadly glare, but Mahir wasn't fazed. Instead, he plucked the shades off Murtasim's face in one swift motion.