When Love Becomes Forbidden

at she could sense faint vibrations in the air. Cold sweat continued to trickle down her temple, and her heart thum

med to freeze. Driven by sheer survival instinct, Moza spun around

at are yo

rasp as she saw Daniel grimacing in pain, both hands clutching his nose

trembling and breath quickening in panic. Her eyes widened at the sight of blood continuing to trickle from Daniel's nose and the corner of his bruised lip, now

mixture of pain, anger, and restrained frustration. "What do you t

econd feeling torturous. The atmosphere in the kitchen grew stifling, as though the room was tra

ea that was growing increasingly purple. His jaw clenched, clearly suppressing the considerable pain. With a rough motion, he opened the refrigerator, grabbed a bottle of iced w

than cling to the guilt weighing heavily on her chest. Someth

npour outside. Her gaze was filled with remorse, her hand trembling around the broomstick as though

olding back tears that were beginning to well up at the corners of

n flickered across his features, yet that was precisely what stung the most-as

you. Please let me... I'll feel guilty if you refuse." Her voice nearly cracked at the end of t

ng every inch of her face now filled with anxiety. His fingers, still gripping

was heavy, as though a storm was ready to unleash at any moment. Moza held her breath, he

vy sigh. It was a breath laden with weariness, carrying an invisible weigh

harp, like a blade cutting mercilessly. His words struck Moza's h

hest, making it hard to breathe. In her heart, she knew one thing-she might be able to treat the wounds on Daniel's nose and

sighs, trying to calm herself before she started cleaning the bruise on Daniel's nose. In front of her, Danie

ooked at Daniel, who was staring blankly out the window, as if trying to forget everything that had just transpired between

ust a little painful. Hold on for a moment, okay?" Moza said in a soft vo

to the sting that shot through his skin. However, instead of looking at Moza, he t

lot, just let me know," she said again, her voice barely a whisper. But D

watched closely, feeling increasingly guilty. "I know I was careless... I know I've made everyth

eyes met for a moment-there was a weariness in both their eyes. "Is it

"Almost... just a moment," she said softly, her voice slightly trembling. She kne

against the skin and their heavy breaths. Moza could feel her own heartbeat ra

s something else that needed to be fixed-something deeper and more complicated. But Moza dec

ice no longer as cold as before. There was a soft tone that