In Love With War Lord

CHAPTER 4 - THE CONDITIONS

Authors pov:

"now take responsibility"

"Help me break the curse" he completed

Sahiba: "............."

Sahiba's mind reeled as she processed Ares' words, her thoughts tangled like the knots in the worn wooden floorboards beneath her feet. The dim lighting of her apartment seemed to amplify the gravity of their situation, casting long shadows across Ares' chiseled features.

The air was thick with tension, heavy with the scent of old books and the faint hint of Ares' divine presence. Sahiba's stomach twisted into knots as her phone pierced the silence, shrill and insistent.

Sumedh's name flashed on the screen, and her gut churned with annoyance. She hesitated, her fingers drumming against the couch cushion.

"Sahiba, baby, I know you missed me," Sumedh's smooth voice dripped through the speaker, like honey laced with poison.

Sahiba's revulsion deepened, her skin crawling. "Shut up, Sumedh. Don't you have your bitches to sleep with?" Her voice was laced with venom.

Ares' brow furrowed, his eyes narrowing as he watched her. His gaze was intense, like the warmth of a summer sun. "Who's this ?" He asked as he heard the voice from this strange slab like object

Sumedh's chuckle sent a shiver down Sahiba's spine, making her skin prickle. "I don't have a bitch, but I guess you do."

Sahiba's face burned with anger, her cheeks flaming. "How does that concern you?" Her words were sharp, clipped.

"Because I love you, baby," Sumedh cooed, his voice dripping with insincerity. "Didn't your father tell you? Also, I can offer you the money since you don't have it."

Sahiba's disgust boiled over, her stomach roiling. "You know what? Go to hell!" She slammed the phone shut, the sound echoing through the room.

Ares' gaze lingered on her, his expression unreadable. His eyes seemed to hold a thousand secrets, their depths mysterious.

Sahiba turned to him, a spark of determination igniting within. Her heart pounded, like the beat of a drum.

"You have magical powers, right?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ares nodded, his dark hair shifting with the movement.

"Can you magically create money?" Sahiba's eyes locked onto his, her gaze intense.

Ares' smile hinted at mischief, his lips curling upward. "I can do anything... mortal."

Sahiba's lips curled into a sly smile, her mind racing. "Then you can stay."

Ares' eyes gleamed with intrigue, his voice low and husky. "On one condition, mortal."

Sahiba's heart skipped a beat, her pulse racing. "What condition?" Her voice trembled.

Ares' gaze drifted over her face, his voice dripping with promise. "You help me break the curse... and I'll make your every wish come true."

The room seemed to shrink, leaving only the two of them, bound by an unspoken understanding. The air vibrated with tension, heavy with possibility.
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Two hours later

Sahiba's mind reeled as she processed Ares' words. The dim lighting of her apartment seemed to amplify the gravity of their situation. Shadows danced across Ares' face, highlighting the sharp angles of his features.