The Devil's Wrath

Chapter 2: The Devil's Wedding: Omar Zaid Khan

Chapter 2: The Devil's Wedding- Omar Zaid Khan

There he stood towering at 6''3, His raven black hair- thick and lustrous was combed back and hidden in his keffiyeh. Skin- slightly tanned glistened against the chandelier light above, making him look Arabian. Face is strong and defined, with a rugged 5 o'clock stubble darkening his appearance. Rehen stopped, shocked almost at the breadth of him and sighed as she studied him for the umpteenth millionth time, leaving her at a loss for words to describe him, even a thesaurus was useless as well.

Zaid had a sharp nose and lush pair of lips that was in the form of a smirk. A prominent jaw curved gracefully around and the strength of his neck shown in the twinning cords of muscle that shaped his entire body; strong arms, bold thighs and calves, a firm chest and abdomen as if the gods had moulded him from clay. You could see the lean body beneath that black now Khaki thob (long men dress) he wore which was glued to him like second skin, outlining the hard work paid off in the gym. He had the resounding presence of a fiery phoenix but the quiet yet strong aura of Feroz Khan.

What really made her think she was in a dream though... were his eyes,

Hands down...

They're a mesmerising grey with flecks of blue, that held intensity- sharp as a spear tip. It pierced right through her, those wintry irises of his, when he stared at her like a scorned Casanova. She was dead nervous, she did not know how scary and dominating his eyes could be, that she felt an electrical chill run down her spine.

They were the rarest colour, incredibly difficult to find, cool grey of a shark, but azure like the morning sky, turning more blue when the clouds had dispersed, a mix of the two colours when the light twinkled against them. Certainly, they had changed colour under the atmosphere that intrigued her the most. Those were the legendary Pathani genes that were shown from his face and body which he proudly inherited from his late great grandfather Aassil Khan.

To sum up Omar Khan was alluring but at the same time ice cold with an expression that was serious, also devilish hinting why the media referred to him as the "hot devil'. When his eyes captured hers, she thought she might actually have stopped breathing. Seeing him from a distance a few minutes back, she'd thought he was a decent looking man but with him this close, had betrayed her own vision, each glance at him radiated the mischief within.

He was beyond beautiful, in fact one could say it's a crime to be so shockingly handsome and intimidating to look at according to everyone, he was oblivious to it, but it had become a handicap that kept people at distance-girls felt out of their league and guy's didn't want to compete. Where did she deserve such a fine specimen as her husband? He had such an energy that seemed to be physically larger than he was, absolutely irresistible to women, positively filling the room with his sleek, sweetly dangerous existence. She was just about to pass out from the lack of oxygen. The deep breaths lodged in her throat as her knees started to tremble, trying to keep that eye contact but the man was just too tall and mighty.

The touch of his hand against Rehen made her shiver when he took the pen from her to sign the certificate, the way her bangles jingled against his chunky silver Rolex watch which cost dollars was nothing compared to her simplistic jewellery, she felt out of place. If the lushness of her petite figure had not clued him, the trembling in her hands certainly would have. Zaid watched her carefully, realising that this woman was not a member of an idly rich scene or a famous socialite that he was accustomed to meeting. He could read her easily and knew that this Jasmine was a lovely, nervous and gentle woman that was definitely not used to being in an environment like this nor under his watchful gaze. Who was she and why he had never seen her before?

The contrast of her fair manicured hands against his manly wrist was something that stood out to him, she was as delicate as an angel while he was rough and huge like a beast. How on earth would this marriage work?