My Lover of God

part 25

FEW WEEKS LATER

It was the middle of the night, and the racing field was alive with the roars of engines, the smell of burning rubber, and the adrenaline of competition. Among the racers, two figures stood out-both masked, both moving in sync like they were one. Arifa and her brother Arif, faces covered under sleek helmet and a mask, arrived in their twin black bikes, the engines humming with power.

The crowd murmured, intrigued by the sight. They sees Arifa was OK but the guy - arif was the first time coming here, but they weren't strangers either. Who is this mysterious duo who raced together, each perfectly in tune with the other.

As they pulled up to the start line, Arifa glanced at Arif through her helmet, smirking. Her fingers tightened on the wheel. Arif shot her a confident nod back, his eyes gleaming with excitement. They'd been preparing for this, and tonight, it was their night to own the track.

The countdown began.

3... 2... 1...

The bikesshot forward with a deafening roar, tires screeching as they hurtled down the track. The crowd erupted into cheers, but Arifa and Arif were locked into the rhythm of the race, their bikes drifting in perfect sync around the tight corners, never missing a beat. Arifa's hands moved with precision, her bike sliding smoothly across the asphalt as she hugged the curves of the track.

Arif, in the bike beside her, grinned under his mask, pushing the throttle harder, trying to close the gap between them. But Arifa was in the zone tonight. Her focus was razor-sharp as she navigated the track, her heart racing, not from fear, but from the thrill of the competition.

As the final lap approached, Arifa took the lead, drifting and smirking to eachother when crowed was murmuing that they are couple and past Arif in a flawless maneuver. The crowd erupted again, their energy feeding off the intensity of the race.

And then, in a blur, it was over. Arifa crossed the finish line first, her bike screeching to a halt as the crowd cheered in admiration.

Arif pulled up beside her, dismounting from his bike as the two stood side by side, still hidden under their helmet,mask. Without hesitation, Arifa threw her arms around her brother, hugging him tightly. It was a victory not just for her, but for them both.Arif lifeted  her body in air while hugging her back A silent understanding passed between them-this was their world, their bond, and no one else understood it.

From the stands, though, murmurs and whispers grew louder.

"Are they a couple?"

"They must be! Look at how close they are."

"They race together like they've known each other for years. There's no way they're just friends."

Arifa paid no mind to the gossip, still clutching Arif in a celebratory hug. For her, it was about the connection they shared-the one that needed no word.

JUNGKOOK POV

I was just sat alone in the dimly lit room, the soft hum of my computer filling the space. my eyes were glued to the screen, watching the live feed of the race. i didnt have wasn't supposed to have access, but with the right tools, i ha'd hacked into the CC cameras that recorded every moment of the event.

My breath hitched when i saw the familiar figure of my love-though i didn't know her name-her face still hidden behind the helmet. My heartbeat quickened as i watched her move with confidence, dominating the track, the way she always did. I clenched my fists, watching her win with the same calm grace she always carried.

But then, something snapped inside me when i saw what happened next. My love-his love-dismounted  from her bike wearing a black abaya and hugged the man next to her. i clenched my jaw , and a wave of anger shot through my body . my fingers tightened around the edge of the table as i stared at the screen, fury boiling in my chest.