Forbidden Love ♡

☆ chapter : 10

Israa's POV :

I stood by my window, feeling the gentle morning breeze on my face as I closed my eyes. Thoughts of the incident from that night came rushing back to my mind.

(Flashback)

"They kill--"

"Shh... relax. First, let's get out of here," he said calmly.

He looked around the now-empty corridor and gestured for me to follow him.

We managed to escape through the back door and came near a bike. But just when I thought we were in the clear, I heard their fast footsteps coming near us.

"Come on, sit fast!" Hassan said.

"No way, I'm not sitting on this!" I said, pointing at his bike.

"You have a better option?" He asked impatiently.

Suddenly, we heard their voices. Just then, I was pulled onto the bike. I couldn't even process what was happening before I found myself on the back of Hassan's bike.

Breathless and in shock, I blinked and looked back to see them approaching us.

"Hold me tight, darling!" Hassan yelled from behind his helmet. When did he even put that on?

"What--" I was cut off by the sound of the bike and a sudden jolt as he started the bike. I clutched the back handle tightly as we sped away.

Hassan glanced back and yelled, "What are you doing? Hold me tightly!" He sped up, the cold wind whipping through my face and stinging my cheeks.

"In your dreams!" I retorted, gripping the handlebars tighter.

He chuckled deeply and said, "Oh sweetheart, you wanna fall?"

"I'm holding the handle!" I snapped back, my voice barely audible over the roar of the engine. He shook his head, which was covered by a big helmet.

After a while, he slowed down and stopped the bike as I continued to shout for him to stop.

"What's the matter? Why are you shouting so much?" He asked, annoyed by my behavior.

"I'll walk from here... thank you," I said after a pause.

After not receiving his response, I looked up at him only to find him already looking at me.

"Okay... fine," he said after a while.

With that, I took my leave, walking carefully through the dark alley.

(End of the flashback)

I sighed and looked around, my eyes landing on the window in front, and on figure working out shirtless.  "What?!" I thought.  Why was he half-naked? I immediately covered my eyes with my hand, but I peeked. His bare, well-toned body was visible through the window as he continued his workout.  The sight of his sculpted muscles was enough to make my cheeks flush. Suddenly, he came near the window, making me panic and sit down immediately, hiding myself.