DALIA (Book 1 in the ISWAJI series)

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Waleed's POV

The Next Day

I sit in my office, lost in thoughts. Part of it getting lost to the memory of Dalia's voice. More precisely, her moan.

I didn't need to say it twice yesterday for her to touch herself, she feels the same way I feel about her. I know for a fact that I have corrupted her in my own way. The close proximity between each other, calling her, touching her. Everything my religion goes against doing before marriage, but she was fucking addictive. Like a fucking drug. Cocaine in the shape of Dalia.

Rubbing my forehead, in attempt to decrease the dosage of Dalia from my brain. A loud sigh escapes my lips and the office door knocks. My eyes light up knowing for sure it's Dalia.

The door opens and instead of being welcomed by Dalia, I'm welcomed by the officer from yesterday.

"Mr. Waleed, good morning." The officer says. I never got his name.

I stand up, closing my suit jacket and nod my head.

"Good morning, officer. How can I help you?" I ask.

"Can you please take us in the direction to Ms. Dalia's classroom."

Dalia? What does anything have to do with Dalia?

I can't defy the police either but let me see if I can stall.

"For what reason, officer?"

"It had come to our attention, with the many things Ms. Dalia has mentioned yesterday, we will need to detain her."

"Detain her?!" I am about to lose my mind right now.

"Sir, I am going to need you to calm down. I understand it's stressful for you but this is necessary." The officer responds and my jaw ticks.

I nod my head and walk around my desk, practically glaring holes into this officer's head.

"This way." I say with a clenched jaw.

Dalia's POV

"Homework is due, as usual, on Thursday. On Friday, I want us to celebrate for finishing the subject. What are your thoughts, girls?" I ask my grade eleven classroom and pick up their notebooks for marking.

A knock on my door makes the girls quiet down and it is opened.

Mr. Waleed comes in, locking his eyes with mine and after him, come in the same two officers from yesterday.

"Officers." I nod my head looking at each one of them and then at my students.

"Ms. Dalia Ahmed, you are under arrest for the possible murder of the student Ghaith Nedal. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you could say could be used against you in the court of law." One of the officers says as he pulls my wrist towards him.

"You leave your hands off of her." Waleed says, his nostrils flaring in anger.

"Don't intervene."

The officer places the handcuff on my wrist and secures my other wrist doing the same.

I am too shocked to speak.

I look at my students, all of them mouths agape. Shocked, just as much as I am.

Walking me out of the classroom, Waleed comes to walk next to me.

"Waleed, what the fuck is going on?" I whisper under my breath.

"They think you were involved."

"You don't believe them, do you? I was with you. I went back home." I explain myself to Waleed. Even though he knows the truth.