My Lover of God

part 29

Arifa’s POV:

The night was still, the cold air creeping through the open window of my car  speeding up as I closed the distance between us. We raced side by side, the world around us nothing but a blur. For a moment, it felt like we were the only two people in the world, connected by the speed, by the unspoken challenge between us.

The road stretched out ahead, the city lights fading into the distance as we raced. I could feel him beside me, his bike keeping pace with my car, neither of us willing to give an inch. The speed was intoxicating, the rush of adrenaline pushing me to go faster, to forget everything but the race.

But even as I pressed the pedal harder, my thoughts kept drifting back to him. To the way he refused to let go, the way he kept showing up, no matter how many times I tried to push him away.

I didn’t want to admit it, but racing him like this—it felt right. Like we understood each other without needing to say anything. Like this was the only place we could exist together without all the complications.

He pulled ahead for a moment, his bike a blur of motion. I narrowed my eyes, gripping the wheel tighter as I pushed the car harder, the engine roaring in response. I wasn’t going to let him win. Not tonight.

We flew down the track, neck and neck, neither of us backing down. It wasn’t about winning anymore. It was about proving something. To him. To myself.

Jungkook’s POV:

I could see her determination, feel it in the way she drove, the way she refused to let me pull ahead. I couldn’t help but smile beneath my helmet. She was strong, stubborn, and that only made me want her more.

The finish line was coming up fast, but I wasn’t ready for this to end. I wanted to keep racing, to keep feeling that connection, that silent understanding between us.

We weren’t racing to win. We were racing to understand.

I pulled up to the finish line, the wind still whipping around me as the engine of my bike roared to a stop.

A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips as I ran my hand over the bike's sleek frame. "Good job, Babay doll," I muttered under my breath, my voice low but filled with satisfaction.

I heard the soft hum of her engine as she rolled to a stop beside me. For a moment, neither of us moved

"You like the name right my doll?" I murmured to myself, as if the bike could hear me. I felt a strange connection to it, the way it responded to every twist and turn, the way it felt like an extension of me.

My love was still quiet, but I knew she was watching me from behind her tinted windows. Even though I couldn’t see her face, I could feel the weight of her gaze, like she was trying to figure me out, just as much as I was trying to figure her out.

I leaned back slightly, still smirking. "Yeah, you’re my Baby doll. Just like her. Fast, wild, and always keeping me on my toes."

And we left for the hotel and race was tie you know what race is going here as we move to the elevator she was beside me with helmet on she write something on notepad and passed it to me I take and read but the question caught me off guard:

"Why did you not beat me today on the race field? We could’ve gotten a win, but it was a tie."

I chuckled under my breath, leaning back against the elevator wall as I looked at her.
"Why would I need to win every time?" I said, handing the note back to her. "Sometimes, a tie is more interesting, don’t you think?"

"It’s not always about winning, My love. Not with you. The race was about the ride, not the finish line."

Arifa writing on the notepad and handing it to Jungkook"But I thought you were competitive. You never let anyone beat you. Why tie with me?"