Halal Love: Beneath Her Veil
chapter 1
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The city of Seoul was alive with its usual nighttime rhythm — glimmering lights from high-rise buildings, the muffled sound of traffic, and the constant chatter of people drifting through the streets. It was a city that never truly slept, yet within its endless rush, there were moments where time slowed — moments so quiet, so significant, they settled into the soul like a soft prayer.
Inside a refined, high-end restaurant nestled in the heart of the business district, the atmosphere was calm and elegant. Soft jazz played in the background, crystal chandeliers hung above with a gentle glow, and the scent of freshly baked bread mixed with expensive perfumes lingered in the air.
Kim Taehyung walked in with an effortless grace that turned heads without trying. Tall at 177cm, his lean figure moved smoothly in a tailored charcoal suit, his dark brown hair tousled just enough to hint at rebellion beneath control. The staff recognized him instantly. Not just as a regular guest — but as *CEO Kim Taehyung*, the face and force behind the ever-rising Kim Corporation.
But tonight wasn’t about business.
It was family night.
By his side walked his older brother, **Kim Namjoon**, calm and intellectual as always, his hand gently resting on the back of his wife, **Kim Jin**, a warm-hearted woman with the kind of laugh that made people smile without realizing it. Skipping slightly ahead was their five-year-old daughter, **kim Jooni**, in a light pink dress and white sneakers, her plush bunny dangling from one hand.
Taehyung said as they waited at the entrance for the hostess to confirm their reservation.
Kim taehyung
Why do we always come to the same place?
Kim namjoon
Because Jooni likes the bread here,
Namjoon replied with a small smile. Jin chuckled and ruffled her daughter’s hair.
As the hostess greeted them, Taehyung turned slightly to answer a call buzzing in his suit pocket. Just then — it happened.
A light brush against his shoulder. A quiet *thump*.
He turned instinctively.
A woman, dressed in a flowing **black abaya** and wearing a **niqab**, had gently bumped into him while trying to walk past. Her gaze lifted for a split second, eyes wide — rich, warm brown, with a softness that struck something deep within him. She murmured an apology in a voice so quiet it felt like it was meant only for him.
She said, before lowering her gaze again and stepping away quickly.
The world resumed around him. Noise returned. But something inside Taehyung didn’t move.
He stared for a second longer in the direction she’d walked.
Her steps were light, her posture elegant. She blended into the restaurant like a secret — silent, composed, untouchable. No part of her face was visible except her eyes. But those eyes... they were *not* forgettable. They were the kind of eyes you could get lost in — not because they were seductive or mysterious, but because they felt safe. Soft. Almost sacred.
Namjoon called from a few feet ahead.
Taehyung blinked and nodded, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt before following his family to their table. But as he sat down beside Jooni, who immediately began showing him the bracelet she’d made earlier, he found himself... distracted.
His eyes scanned the room subtly. Table by table.
Looking.
Searching.
Who was she? A guest? A stranger? Someone passing through? Or someone... important?
He sipped the water that had been poured for him but barely tasted it. In a world where people constantly threw themselves in his path, looking to impress, flatter, or benefit — she had simply passed by without knowing who he was. Without trying to be seen. And somehow, that made her unforgettable.
Across from him, Jin leaned closer and whispered teasingly,
Kim seok-jin
You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Taehyung.
Kim taehyung
No… not a ghost.
Just a girl whose eyes spoke more than words ever could.
And as the night carried on, and the restaurant’s noise rose and fell like waves, Taehyung knew one thing:
This wasn’t the last time he’d think of her.
No… something told him — it was just the beginning.
*“Some souls recognize each other even before words are spoken.”*
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