د*♡Part One♡꧁I Loved My Teacher꧂*

*♡Part One♡꧁I Loved My Teacher꧂* Let's begin our story with prayers upon the Prophet. O Allah, send Your prayers and peace upon You, my beloved, O Messenger of Allah. *At High School* A group of girls sat together during break. *Malak*: "I have to go. My mom keeps calling." *Amira*: "Don’t answer her. She’ll make a scene and yell at you." *Malak*: "No, I’m going so she won’t worry. Bye, girls." She grabbed her things and left. *Amira*, with pure hatred in her eyes: "I have to get rid of that girl. She doesn’t belong here." *Nira*: "Leave her alone. What did she do to you? She’s supposed to be your friend." *Amira*: "She’s not my friend. I hate her. Everyone loves her. The teachers like her. She’s better than me in school. I can’t stand it." *Nira*: "So what are you going to do?" *Amira*, smirking: "I’ll ruin her. I’ll make fake pictures of her. I’ll make her the talk of the school. I’ll make her walk with her head down forever." *At Malak’s House* *Malak’s Mom*: "You’re finally home. What took you so long?" *Malak*: "Sorry, Mama. I was with my friends and lost track of time. Forgive me." *Malak’s Mom*: "It’s okay, habibti. Go change. Dinner is ready." *At Jasser’s House* Jasser, the arrogant CEO, sat with his mother who wouldn’t stop talking about marriage. *Jasser’s Mom*: "When will you marry, my son?" *Jasser*: "Mom, I told you a million times. I won’t marry until I meet a girl who truly captures my heart. Then you’ll be the first to know." He stood up, annoyed, and left. On his way to work, he almost hit a girl with his car. *Jasser*, yelling: "Watch where you’re going, you blind girl!" *Malak*, without stopping: "You watch out. The road isn’t yours alone." She kept walking to school, muttering to herself: "He has no manners... but wow, he’s so hot. His mother must be beautiful." *Back at School* *Nira*: "What’s wrong with you, you i***t?" *Malak*: "I met a guy… rude, but so hot." *Nira* laughed: "What happened?" Malak told her. *Nira*: "You were just spacing out." *Malak*: "Come on, let’s go to class." They walked in and froze. The same man from the street was standing at the front of the class. *Malak*, whispering: "Oh no… it’s him. The guy who almost hit me." *Nira*: "Your life is over." *Jasser*: "Good morning. I’m Mr. Jasser. I’ll be your History teacher until Miss gives birth." He started the lesson. Malak was completely dazed. *Jasser*: "You, blonde hair. Stand up." *Malak*: "Me? Is there anyone else?" *Jasser*: "What did I just say?" *Malak*, honestly: "I… I wasn’t paying attention, sir. I’m sorry." *Jasser*: "There’s a quiz tomorrow on this lesson. Anyone who fails gets punished. Understood? Class dismissed." *Malak*, dreamily: "Yes, sir." Nira had to pull her out of the room. Jasser watched her go and couldn’t help but smile a little. Meanwhile, Amira watched everything from the shadows. She was planning her next move. *The Next Day* Malak and Nira walked down the hallway when Malak suddenly slipped. Jasser caught her before she hit the ground. Her face turned red. *Jasser*: "Are you okay?" *Malak*: "Y-yes… thank you, sir." She ran off to class. During the quiz, half an hour passed. Jasser collected papers, but Malak wasn’t done. She was lost staring at him. *Jasser*: "You’re not finished? You have five minutes." *Malak*: "Thank you, sir." After she finished, she tried to talk to him, but he avoided her. That night, Jasser thought to himself: "I think I like her… but she’s my student. I can’t." *Tragedy Strikes* Malak’s mother had been sick for a while, hiding it from her daughter. One day, she collapsed and died. Malak was shattered. For a month, she couldn’t study, couldn’t focus, couldn’t breathe. Jasser noticed. He asked Nira. *Nira*: "Her mother died, sir." Jasser went to her house. *Jasser*: "My condolences, Malak." *Malak*: "Thank you, sir." With no one to support her, Malak dropped out and got a job at a café. Jasser worried. He asked Nira again. *Nira*: "She has to work, sir. No one is paying for her school." Jasser found the café. He walked in and saw men harassing her. He beat them without a word. *Jasser*: "What are you doing here?" *Malak*: "I came to talk to you." He took her outside, put her in his car, and drove to her uncle’s house. *Jasser*: "I’m here to ask for Malak’s hand in marriage." *Her Uncle*: "You’re here for a married girl?" *Malak*: "I’m not married!" *Uncle*, grabbing her hair: "You shameless girl! You disgraced this family!" *Jasser*: "Stop! She did nothing wrong. He refused to pay for her school, so she worked. He wants to force her to marry his son. That’s why she left." Jasser beat him and took Malak away. They went to a maazoon and got married. *Maazoon*: "May Allah bless you both." Jasser thought: "You’re mine now. No one will take you from me." He kissed her forehead and took her home. *Jasser’s Mom*: "Who is this?" *Jasser*: "Not now, Mom. Rest, Malak. We’ll talk tomorrow." He told his mother everything. She smiled. "So this is my daughter-in-law?" The next day, Amira heard the news and went crazy. She sent Jasser fake photos of Malak with a boy from school, hoping he’d divorce her. Jasser cut the boy’s face out of the photo and asked Malak. *Jasser*: "Who is this?" *Malak*: "Just a classmate. He tried to talk to me, but I ignored him. Why?" *Jasser*: "Nothing." He left and went back to his export company. *Jasser to Malak*: "I won’t touch you until you finish high school." *Malak*, blushing: "Okay." Months passed. Malak studied hard. One day after school, an old woman asked for help. *Old Woman*: "Help me, my girl. My house is down that street." *Malak*: "Of course." Three masked men appeared. One sprayed her face. She collapsed. *Three Hours Later* *Jasser’s Mom*, panicking on the phone: "She’s three hours late! This isn’t like her! Find her, my son!" *Jasser*: "I will, Mom." His phone buzzed. A video. A masked man. *Voice*: "Your girl is with me. Come alone with a million pounds, or you’ll regret it." It was his old enemy, out of prison and seeking revenge. Jasser called his friend Mohamed, a police officer. *Jasser*: "Get a team. Now." *With Malak* *Malak*, crying: "I never told him I loved him… I loved him from the first day." Her cousin *Mohamed* entered. *Mohamed*: "Shh. I’m here to get you out. Don’t make a sound." They escaped to Jasser’s house. *Mohamed*: "I joined the police academy in secret. Jasser and I are partners." *The Rescue* Jasser stormed the abandoned building. Amira’s men were tearing at Malak’s clothes. He gave the signal. Police swarmed in. Amira was arrested and taken to the hospital. *Back Home* *Jasser*: "Your results are out." *Malak*: "What did I get?" *Jasser*, smiling: "95%." *Malak*: "What?!" *Jasser*: "I love you. I felt like I was dying when you were gone. I won’t lose you." *Malak*: "I love you too. I thought you married me out of pity." *Malak*: "What happened to my uncle and Amira?" *Jasser*: "They’re in custody. You can see her when she recovers." He took her out to make her smile. They went to an amusement park, then the beach. *Malak*: "It’s so beautiful!" *Jasser*: "Wait till you see inside. This is my beach chalet." She stood in the garden, staring at the sea through the glass wall. Peace filled her heart. Suddenly, arms wrapped around her from behind. He leaned close to her nec *Jasser*, softly: "You like it, rightد