THE KNIGHT'S DOLL

65. HER FUCKER FIANCE!

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THE KNIGHT'S DOLL!

CHAPTER- 65

HER FUCKER FIANCE...

Ishana's rage only rose with each step she took.

She had already checked five fucking rooms after confronting those minions of that hiding rat of her fake Fiance, & he wasn't in any of it!

She moved from room to room with an unlocked gun in her hand, her face contored red with all the anger her little self held!

The guards in all those room, before they could even come out of the shock of her sudden arrival, she'd see them & rush to another room breathing, seeing, feeling all crimson & nothing else.

"Where the fucking hell is he!" muttered she to herself with her teeth gritted.

& that's when her eyes fell on a door, a tinted glass door, precisely, which had escaped her notice... Actually no! It is made such that it takes the least attention of all, amisdt dark, dull walls, that door was almost invisible, like a pearl hiding itself in the depths of ocean.

She moved to it only to find it locked, & there she knew it! This is where that little, no no, hugest ever guerilla of a rat was hiding!

She, without thinking twice, shot the lock, & kicked the door in forcefully, only to face the man she had been seeking so long, standing there in his white shirt, looking at her intensely in the dimly lit surroundings, with his glimmering honey brown eyes, holding all the darks of his soul.Ishana marched to him & held him by his unbuttoned collars.

"You fucked up Knight of the so called useless pathetic shitty Dark world! How dare you play me yet again!?!?" Ishana bloomed, her breaths heavy & she felt the burn of the rage rushing in her volcanic veins taking all over her, as she pulled him closer to her by his collars.

While the Knight was in some other world... Her seeking him like that, like the only one she ever wants, looking so hot & such sexy mess that his man literally twitched within his damn pants when her nail scratched his neck while she pulled him... & then the way she launched upon him.... Uffff! He is so dead! No, he is too alive for the first time to be dead... He is too hot to be called as a cold, ghosted being.

Ishana kept on scolding him, warning him, but his eyes observed only the way her lips moved, his throat bobbed in an ever unquenched thirst when he saw the sweat beads on her forehead, the side of her neck, with not few of his bite-marks on display, some semi-covered in the makeup she previously wore, & then with her close intensity, the sweat between her marked cleavage was all too clear... Fuck!

He can't be fucking expected to control when she looks at him like this & when her anger is so fucking sexy!

"How did you even think that you can make me your sex slave forever this cheapest way ever! Do you even know the meaning of this ring you oh so thoughtlessly pressed onto my finger? Do even even know how to spell engagement?... We made a deal, a FUCKING deal, MR. AVINASH SINGH KHURANA!" stressed Ishana, too furious to see where his gaze was, & too desperate to get out of all these pathetic games of his.