[Sequel of Warm Love, hence can't be read as a standalone.]
In the first phase, Reyansh concealed a web of mysteries, but as they stand face to face once more, it's Kiraz who holds the tantalizing secrets waiting to be unveiled. These hidden truths...
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The soft, cool touch ran over my skin, feather-light in nature. I pressed my body against the softness of the surface I lay upon, seeking solace from the agitation my skin had arranged for me.
I couldn't identify the source of that touch, but I knew it was executed with such grace that it both highlighted the voids within me and filled them simultaneously.
My eyes fluttered open, blinking multiple times. A soft red light enveloped every corner of the room, the drawn curtains preventing any further intrusion of light. Sensually mingling with the room's condensed air, it heightened my senses. As my eyes roamed, a sudden sense of alarm gripped me. I realized I had been kidnapped. I attempted to flinch, but a heavy weight on my stomach pinned me down, halting my movements.
"Shh! You're safe," a soothing voice reassured me. I directed my gaze towards the inked, long, slender fingers adorned with a silver band, resting possessively on my stomach. I followed the intricate patterns of tattoos with veins popping on them, disappearing beneath the surface of tan skin, until they reached the biceps. The broad, taut shoulder begged for the tender caress of lips. I moistened my dry lips, allowing my gaze to lazily travel towards the perfectly cut red lips, perfectly complementing my own slender ones. I swallowed hard, feeling a thousand prickling needles travel down my throat.
Then, it was eyes. Just like always, eyes. The damn dark iris, darker than the desires travelling in me. The type of dark, which I wanted in Veer, but I failed. Instead, Veer got the light brown pairs of brown. Not the shadow eyes, like Reyansh, ready to consume in their inferno.
"Are you okay?" I snapped my eyes, blinking away the hypothesis which danced on me. I look at him, all of him. Seating before me his chest naked but inked with tattoos, a long chain dangled on his neck, the pair of trousers hanging low. The fine hairs running on his rigid muscles of his stomach, disappearing in the pants. I glared at the waistband, for being a hindrance in my view.
A sudden pain shot through my arms, causing me to moan in agony. I instinctively cradled my hands to my chest, hoping to alleviate the pain. But before long, he grabbed my hand once again. Without a word, he gently ran a warm, wet towel over my skin, wiping away the dried blood. He cleaned my fingers and nails, which were stained with dried blood.
Then, like my world spinning in a three-sixty degree turn, everything that had happened before I succumbed to the fight of staying awake flashed through my mind.
The guns pointed at me. The back-to-back flashbacks. Being kidnapped. Assaulted. Nearly sold off and used as a pawn. Being the reason people were killed.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I sniffled. My body was dehydrated, yet somehow I found the moisture to cry my heart out. I pulled my legs close to my chest, wrapping my arms around them, my body shaking with every sob. I thought I would never be able to see anyone ever. I would be traded off, rape, killed....snatched away from my boy. More tears streamed down my face.
