CHELSEA

He stood at the entrance of his bathroom, his chest bare, his sun kissed hair wet from his late afternoon shower.. He caught my stare and held it with his own making long stride towards me, I swallowed hard. "There's no running away now little girl." He said trapping me with his arms, my back against the wall. "Who is...

Halima's Journey.

"Halima?" " You look surprised". she says, struggling to climb out of the trunk of his car, stretching. "How did you__you can't be here! what... how..." he stammers "Do you even know me?" she laughs. "Bilal, the distant son of the Emir, the one whom I've had a tough time unknowing and ignoring". she rests her right...