Forbidden Desire. | ✓

(40) We Don't Talk Anymore.

A/N: a random mid-week update because you guys totally deserve it!! ♥️

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Sahara descended her feet on the accelerator, pressing as hard as she could. She could feel the car hydroplaning on the thick layer of rain water on the street, she's losing control of her brakes and steering.

What will happen if I drive off the road...

And then it hits her, "I can't hurt others because I'm an idiot." She presses on the brakes, her car dangerously slips to the side. Thankfully there were no cars on the road. However, a cop did stop behind her, turning on his emergency vehicle lighting to let her know of his presence.

She wipes her tears and rolls down her window. "Good evening, Ma'am. May I please see your driver's license?" He asks in a stern tone.

"Yes, of course." Sahara starts fumbling through her purse as the cop looks at her more closely because she looked familiar. He also noticed she looks distressed, as if she had been crying. She hands him her license.

"Ah, you are not familiar with U.K roads, I see. You're Canadian..." He gets the hint that she's been crying, "Ma'am... are you okay?" He couldn't help but ask.

"I– uh– I've had a rough night." Sahara says in defeat. She probably looked like too much of a mess to cover it up.

"Well, I understand that the roads are slippery and losing control of your vehicle was not your fault." He winks to let her know she's off the hook this time.

Alhumdulillah, Sahara says to herself.

"Yes, I've lost control of my car and–"

"Say... aren't you Damian Vasiliev's wife?" The cop asks curiously.

Sahara hesitatingly replies, "Yes."

"Bloody hell, thank God. He would've robbed me of my job if I gave you a ticket." He tries joking.

Sahara gave him a sad smile.

"Is it okay if I give you a ride home? I could get your car towed to your home. You don't seem like you're in a good condition to drive." He offers.

Sahara thinks about it for a few seconds and nods, "Thank you, I'd appreciate it." She grabs her purse and gets out of her car and he leads her inside his police vehicle.

The whole way, he tried to keep up small talk to make things less awkward. Sahara was grateful for it as it kept her mind off of things.

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Ria runs towards the door and swings it open, "Sahara!" She hugs her fiercely. "Where have you been? I came home an hour ago and you weren't picking up your phone or anything, I thought something happened."

The officer explains the situation and told Ria to keep an eye on her friend as she seems to be very upset, he put emphasis on the "very".

"You idiot! You can't just do that! Your life is a precious gift given to you by Allah so you could make most of it. Plus, you had me bloody worried sick."

"I'm sorry... something came over me and I just... I need to rest. I need to collect my thoughts..." Sahara could barely form sentences.

Ria notices the panic and stress in her voice, and nods. Sahara definitely needs to rest, while Ria plans on giving Mr. Vasiliev a piece of her mind...

"Yes, please, rest up. Viktor has my– uh– my wallet, I need to go pick it up... If you need anything, call me immediately!" Ria says sternly.