Will Rania Meet Her Sister Ana And Remembered Everything?

Rahil, consumed by a surge of anger, seizes his opponent and forcefully hurls him to the ground. Without wasting a moment, he grasps Rania's hand and dashes away, urgency fueling his every step. The two flee through the dense wilderness, their breath ragged, their hearts pounding in unison.

Reaching the shelter of an ancient tree, they press themselves against its rough bark, hidden in its shadow. The world around them fades into silence, save for the sound of their shallow, uneven breaths intertwining in the still night air. Their bodies are so close that the space between them vanishes, their nearness charged with an unspoken intensity, a moment suspended between fear and something far deeper.

Still catching her breath, Rania whispers, her voice laced with both curiosity and challenge, "I thought you would fight. But you ran instead… Were you afraid?"

Rahil, his voice equally hushed, replies with a hint of amusement, "Sometimes, running is the wiser choice."

Annoyed, Rania falls silent, crossing her arms as she leans against the tree. Moments later, the distant sound of footsteps fades—the goons have left. Cautiously, Rahil and Rania step out from behind the tree, the tension between them lingering.

Rahil glances at her, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Go on, say it. I'm listening."

Rania arches a brow. "Say what?"

"You don't think you owe me something?" he teases, tilting his head.

Rania frowns slightly, then lets out a small scoff. "Owe you what?"

"I did just save your life. A simple 'thank you' would suffice," Rahil says, folding his arms as he watches her expectantly.

Rania pretends to think, then shrugs. "Oh, right. Thanks," she says, her tone playful yet dismissive.

"That's it? Just 'thank s'?" Rahil raises a brow.

A mischievous glint flickers in Rania's eyes. Smiling, she steps closer, narrowing the space between them. Rahil stiffens slightly, his breath hitching as she moves in—closer than ever. His heartbeat quickens when she leans in, her face mere inches from his. Then, ever so slowly, she tilts her head, bringing her lips near his ear.

In a hushed, almost tantalizing whisper, she breathes, "Thank You."

And just like that, she pulls away, leaving Rahil standing there—stunned, flustered, and utterly at a loss for words.

Rahil chuckles, shaking his head. "See? That's exactly what you was saying before."

Rania laughs, tilting her head playfully. "No, not at all. Get your ears checked. Before, I only said thanks, and now I said thank you—the you is extra."

Rahil lets out a laugh but wisely decides to stay quiet this time.

With a smirk, Rania steps back. "Alright, I'm leaving now."

Rahil crosses his arms. "And what if they come back? Should I just let them be?"

Rania scoffs. "No way. I don't trust you at all."

Rahil places a hand on his chest in mock offense. "Hey! My name is Rahil. Surely, you've heard of me?"

Rania lifts her chin, feigning indifference. "Nope. Never." And with that, she turns and walks away.

Rahil watches her go, shaking his head in amusement before strolling off in the opposite direction, still grinning to himself.

Ana runs up to Rahil, her eyes wide with worry. "Rania Api hasn't come back yet. It's been so long," she says, her voice trembling.

Rahil glances at her, sensing the fear in her tone. Before he can respond, Ana's lips quiver, and tears spill down her cheeks. "I want to go to her... I want to go to Rania Api," she sobs, clutching the edge of his sleeve.

Rahil kneels beside her, gently wiping her tears. "Alright, don't cry," he says softly. "I'll take you to her. We'll go tomorrow."

Ana sniffles, looking up at him with hopeful eyes. "Promise?"

Rahil nods, offering a reassuring smile. "Promise."