There were two things I was most afraid of.
Number one: The boy I loved was forbidden for me.
Number two: I was falling in love with him despite.
He was looking at me. I loved the way he looked at me. As if I was the only beautiful thing in his life, as if I gave him what he had always desired. My heart always sped up in his presence, and I wasn't a fool to think it was because he was off limits for me.
He was a forbidden fruit, but I had already taken a bite. I could never think of marrying someone else, spending my life with whom my parents wanted me to be. I was done trying to live up to their expectations. Done trying to be a good daughter who would plaster smiles in the presence of strangers and mask her emotions. I never let anyone see the real me, the one I hide behind my walls. The one that is guarded, and only this boy sitting across from me knows me.
"Stop staring," I chuckle, rolling my eyes. "You know better than to how to make a girl uncomfortable."
His ocean eyes dance with amusement. If I am not wrong, there's always this mischief in his eyes. "Do I make you uncomfortable? I thought I made you uneasy?" he mocks, reminding me of the time when he sneaked into my bedroom with just a vest on, and how I told him he should wear something—as it makes me uneasy.
Who would blame me? I am prone to have feelings.
I pull up a leg and hug my arms around it. "You make everything seem so easy." I tilt my head at him, not surprised he is still gazing. "Tell me, how is it that you do it?"
"I don't do anything. Or maybe I do. My parents raised me like this. Like—"
"Responsible," I cut in. "You're responsible. And you care. You also know what exactly to do in difficult situations."
"Like the one right now?" he raises a brow. "Where I am about to make you mine despite like a hundred cops after us?"
My heart sank at the mention of the police. I know what we were doing was risky, but it was legal. We aren't doing anything wrong. There's nothing wrong in loving a boy you've known for the most part of your life. Did my parents expect me to play/spend my time with him as a child, and growing up not love him? Wasn't it pretty self explanatory that I was going to love him even at this point? That even if they mark him as forbidden for me, I wouldn't be a rebel and turn to him anyway?
I suck in a sharp breath and buckle my seatbelt. "Exactly this situation. Lets go now. Or are you having second thoughts?"
His face broke out in a grin before the engine roared to life. "Never," he promises and puts the car in drive.
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Born to an elite family, Aabirah is bound by some laws, laws that she refuses to bow down to. The most forbidden one is to never talk to the boy who lives down the street. Destined for something big, Aabirah is willing to do anything to be with the...