Chapter Five – The Forbidden Love
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Yona was anxious. She had left her father behind and gone off with Younan. Her mind couldn’t stop racing with terrifying thoughts—what if her father came looking for her? What if he hurt her? Or worse, what if he reported Younan for kidnapping her?
This was the first time she had ever truly feared for someone other than her mother. She wasn't scared that her father would find her and beat her—no. She was scared for Younan. His reputation, his safety... everything about him was precious to her.
Suddenly, Younan grabbed her gently, lifting her face with his hand. He looked deep into her eyes and said,
"I love you."
Then came their first kiss.
It was intense, filled with raw passion, like the first kiss of their lives.
It was, in fact, the very first kiss of her life.
She pushed him away, her cheeks blushing red.
"I'm sorry... I can't," she whispered.
He looked at her softly.
"It doesn’t matter. I’m willing to wait. And if I ever touch a single strand of your hair without your consent, I’d rather break my own hand first."
Yona felt a strange sting in her chest. She thought maybe he was just after her body, like every other man. Maybe, since she hadn’t given in to him, he would leave. But she was wrong—so wrong. Younan loved her soul. He loved her personality. He loved her, not what she could offer.
He made a decision right then and there:
He was going to take her with him to the city.
And so, they went together.
They arrived at his villa.
He smiled at her and said,
“Make yourself at home. This is your house now.”
Yona stood there, confused and overwhelmed.
It was her first time in a place like this.
Everything felt new, and her emotions were all over the place—fear, happiness, shyness.
She whispered shyly,
"I... I can’t stay in the same room with you."
He laughed in a way that made her feel things she couldn’t explain.
"I don’t want to stay in the same room with you either," he said with a teasing smile.
"This villa has many rooms. Pick whichever one you like and sleep in peace. If that’s what you want..."
She responded softly,
"Yes... That’s what I want."
He stepped closer.
She stepped back.
He came even closer. The weather was cold and rainy.
His scent was masculine, and his appearance... he looked like a prince—handsome, messy hair, and confident posture.
She mumbled,
"I’m not like what you might think..."
He replied gently,
"I just wanted to see your eyes up close."
Then asked,
"Are you hungry?"
She nodded,
"Yes… I haven’t eaten anything since morning."
He smiled,
"Then watch me work my magic in the kitchen."
She was amazed.
When he wore the cooking apron, it clung to his body, showing off his muscles and the veins in his arms—he looked like a character straight out of a novel.
And well... this was a story, after all 😄
Back to the scene:
Younan prepared an authentic Italian pizza. Then he called her,
"Yamoti! Come here."
She was surprised.
"Yamoti?" she repeated.
"Yes, my love. Since I saw you, I forgot everything else in this world. Nothing matters—just you. You're everywhere… your eyes, your scent."
His voice was rough, slow, seductive. He pulled her into a hug and started kissing her lovingly.
Yona gasped,
"I don’t feel comfortable..."
He stopped.
"I’ll go," he said gently.
"This house is yours. If anyone asks, tell them Younan is in the studio."
Yona felt like she had hurt him, but she was scared. She didn’t want him to be upset, but at the same time, she had to protect herself.
She needed to be in control of when and how things happened.
Yona finally relaxed a little.
She decided to take a shower.
She stepped into the bathroom, letting the hot water run over her tired body.
She felt peace.
When she came out, she smelled like roses, like the sea—so fresh, so beautiful.
Suddenly, Younan came back.
He had felt bad for putting pressure on her and wanted to check on her.
But the moment he walked in… he froze.
He saw her standing there… almost naked.
His breath caught in his throat, but this time—he didn’t cross any lines.
He immediately turned his face away in respect, his back to her.
She panicked and screamed—but then calmed down when she realized he wasn’t looking.
She rushed to her room, got dressed quickly.
He was still outside, thinking about her, his mind a storm.
He was burning with desire, but he knew this wasn’t about lust.
He thought of her as someone he truly loved.
Before her, he never waited for anyone.
Before her, he never got rejected.
Before her, he was proud, arrogant, and untouchable.
But now… now, he was learning patience.
He was learning respect.
He was learning real love.
With Yona, he was a new man.
With her, he broke his pride.
With her, he got his first slap.
With her, he got his first "no."
With her, he chased someone for the first time in his life.
Yona changed him—from a cocky, obsessed boy…
To a patient, respectful man.
And my dear readers, this is not the end.
Get ready for more thrilling events.
Because maybe… your destiny is someone like Younan.
"Because love doesn’t always come gentle… sometimes, it crashes into you like a storm—with a name like Younan."
- Writer
