The next moment he broke the staring contest, picked me up on his shoulders "What the fuck are you doing ?" I screamed before he threw me on the bed and ripped my shirt apart exposing my bra " I can't fucking resist you" he whispered brushing his li...
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"What are you doing Arya ?" Arvin's eyes glowed in anger when I turned to see him. Arya - you dumb. Inspite the fact that he's cute, I must say his eyes glowed. Destruction. Rage. Sunshine. Shit.
"Just watching" watching the ways to open the window without a blast. Glued...yes his eyes stayed glued at me.
"Seriously ?" NO...NO..."but should I ask you why ?" no you shouldn't.
" I don't really know " I. know. I. fucked. up.
"Ohh" ohh ? Was is OHH ?
Arvin didn't made another move, just stood at the door and looked at the window. Nothing seemed difficult in attaching the glass, I knew I could escape again- this time without breaking it. I stood there too, understanding the mechanism of every screw they were tightening, but Arvin's hand slided in mine and I felt myself slipping backwards, he pulled me. I struggled to walk but then his grip loosened when a slow scream left me. I surely didn't wanted to do that but my wound didn't permitted to keep quiet. Aaa..."What are you..."
"Now sit straight and don't move " I followed his fingers to the couch and took my seat, he moved back in. Is he supposed to act like a normal human being even after joining a mafia business ? I watched his dark curls on his forehead, bright and dry, probably because he was too busy to set those hairs of his.
Escaping was the only option I had when I was forced to live there, in my house with my parents. I left, leaving a world which felt like cage and came again to another one. If there is god in any form, anywhere... I just want one thing from him. One wish, I say, a few moment where i feel free, a moment of self recognition and love.
Almost six minutes later I heard a 'get out now' and two men left the room. Eying me till they could. Once again the door got locked after them by Arvin and a tension of don't know what, got spread in the room.
Now once again he stood- in front of me - with the handcuff "Funny to see how much you fear me" he raised an eyebrow.
"I know this trick darling ! The last girl who tried it, is now in hell" he smirked. I didn't bothered to fight him as he locked my hands. My eyes moved from from the honey skin of his face to his neck and slided slightly down to his forearms. I could clearly see the marks, marks of fights, of pain, of destruction he had caused earlier and he's willing to cause. I could see it beneath the tattoos and florals drawn to hide them. Wounds could be seen Underneath the designs painted to show colourful flowers but what I could see was 'death' and 'pain'. IT'S IRONY HOW HUMAN PAINTS DEATH. When they can't escape it, they just hide it.
Standing up straight, he ruffled his hairs which looked like brown colour of fallen leafs of autumn touching the first rain - all messed up, a few curls falling on his forehead and shining through the sunshine like lovely whiskey. Enough to make a person loose control and addict.
Steadily the eyes of his moved in my direction, locked with mine and galaxies danced in them. A sudden realisation hit me, we both are mess, mess of a human which nobody wants to be. We both are here with scars. "Are you planning to kill me with that gaze ?" He spoke up.
