The mysterious stranger~

#5

Zoya's legs trembled beneath her as she forced herself to keep moving, despite her exhaustion. Her breath came in labored gasps, and her vision began to blur from the effort. She slowed to a tired walk, her eyes fixed on the ground ahead.

As she reached up to touch her neck, she winced in pain, her fingers coming away sticky with blood. She hadn't even realized that her clothes were also torn on one side. The shock of it made her stumble, but she refused to give up now. Sobia's words echoed in her mind, a bitter reminder of her friend's warning. "be careful,  zoya we don't know much about him , he might be hiding something ," Sobia had said. Zoya felt a wave of betrayal wash over her, but she pushed it aside, focusing on survival.

Zoya's legs finally gave out, her body exhausted from running. She gasped for breath, her chest heaving as she stumbled towards a large tree. She looked back, her eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of pursuit, her heart racing with fear.Collapsing against the trunk, Zoya sat down, her body shaking with sobs. She cried silently, her tears falling uncontrollably as she thought about Arham's betrayal. How could he do this to her? She remembered how he had first helped her, and now...now he was the reason she was running for her life.Zoya's back slid down the tree trunk, her body weak and defeated. She felt like she'd hit rock bottom, with no escape from the danger that lurked behind her. Her mind was a jumble of fear, anxiety, and despair, her thoughts consumed by the question: "What do I do now?"

"Find her, she can't go far!" The voice echoed through the air, sending Zoya's heart into a frantic race. She sprang to her feet, panic setting in as she realized she couldn't stay hidden. The footsteps grew louder, closer, and Zoya knew she had to move.With a surge of adrenaline, she tried to run, but her legs betrayed her. A sharp pain shot through her calf, making her cry out in agony. "Ahh!" The small scream escaped her lips, and she knew she'd just given away her location.The footsteps quickened, and Zoya saw the shadows of the men approaching. She forced herself to move, hobbling forward despite the searing pain. Her mind raced with fear, her thoughts consumed by the thought: "They're going to catch me..." Zoya ran, but her injured leg made every step a agony. She couldn't move fast enough, and the men were closing in. Tears streamed down her face as she struggled to escape, her breath coming in ragged gasps.Just as the men were about to grab her, a loud bike roar echoed through the air. Zoya glanced back, still running, and saw the men halt in their tracks. But she didn't notice the bike hurtling towards her, its speed alarmingly high.The bike's headlight blinded her, and Zoya's heart skipped a beat as she realized she was directly in its path. She tried to move, but her leg wouldn't cooperate.

The bike screeched to a halt just inches from Zoya, its headlight casting an eerie glow on the dark surroundings. The rear wheel lifted off the ground in a precarious wheelie, and Zoya froze, her eyes fixed on the bike as it balanced on its front wheel. The only sound was the bike's engine sputtering and the distant hum of crickets. The biker, still wearing his black helmet, turned his head towards her, his gaze piercing through the visor. The moon cast an faint light on the scene, illuminating the tension in the air. He took in the scene before him - Zoya, shaken, and the men, now cautiously approaching.Without a word, the biker swung his leg over the bike and stood up, his movements fluid and deliberate. He positioned himself in front of Zoya, his eyes fixed on the men, his stance protective. The shadows cast by the moon made his helmet's visor seem like a mask, hiding his face, but his body language spoke volumes: he was ready to defend zoya. The biker grabbed Zoya's hand and pulled her close, shielding her with his back. The men, now emboldened, stepped forward, their leader sneering.

"Give her to us, or you'll die," he growled. The biker remained silent, his gaze fixed on the men. The leader, irritated, signaled to his men, and they approached the biker, forming a semi-circle around him. With a swift punch, the biker took down the first man, his fist connecting with a sickening crunch. The second man lunged, but the biker dodged and countered with a kick, sending him crashing to the ground. The third man charged, but the biker grabbed his wrist, twisting it until he cried out in pain. The fourth man tried to grab Zoya, but the biker swiftly elbowed him in the face, sending him stumbling back. The leader, enraged, attacked the biker with a flurry of punches, but the biker blocked each one, his movements fluid and precise. With a swift combination of punches and kicks, the biker took down the leader, leaving all five men Lying on the ground,  defeated. The biker grabbed the leader'shair, pulling him close to his helmet.

"And now you'll never take her from me," he growled, With a fierce punch, he sent the leader crashing down. Then, he turned to Zoya, who stood frozen in fear, shaking and crying. He approached her slowly, his helmet still concealing his face. Zoya stepped back, uncertainty etched on her face. Who was this person? What did he want?But as he reached out and gently took her hand, Zoya felt a spark of trust. Despite the fear, she didn't pull away. The biker's grip was warm and reassuring, his touch calm and gentle. Zoya's eyes searched for his face, but the helmet hid his features. She felt a shiver run down her spine, unsure what to make of this mysterious stranger. Yet, she didn't resist as he led her away from the scene, his hand holding hers in a firm but gentle grasp. The biker gently helped Zoya sit on his bike, then reached into his saddlebag and pulled out a bottle of water. He unscrewed the cap and handed it to her, his movements deliberate and kind. Zoya hesitated, unsure if she should accept, but her thirst got the better of her. She took the bottle and drank greedily, the cool water soothing her parched throat. She gulped it down so fast that she almost choked, but the biker's steady hand on her shoulder steadied her. As she drank, Zoya couldn't help but wonder about this mysterious stranger. Who was he? Why was he helping her? But for now, she was just grateful for the water and his kindness.

The biker settled into the saddle, ready to start the engine, but then he realized Zoya wasn't holding onto him. He turned to her and gently took her hands, wrapping them around his waist. "Hold tight,"he said, his voice low and reassuring.

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