SHIDDAT ~ Where Love Burns With The Flames of Passion

Villan or Saviour?

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Samar's pov:

As I walked back to my room, my mind replayed the day's events.

I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, letting out a deep sigh.

Today had been intense, filled with unexpected twists and turns. Everything felt surreal, like I was watching a scene from a movie rather than living it.

My thoughts drifted to Shiddat, and I couldn't help but smile.

The first time I saw her, she was exactly as I had imagined—Beautiful and Fierce.

Her eyes were the first thing I noticed—big and expressive, capable of showing every emotion she felt. Her hair framed her face perfectly, with soft waves that seemed to move in sync with her.

And her lips, slightly parted in surprise when she saw me for the first time, made me want to know what she was thinking at that moment.

Her eyes were a striking shade of brown, deep and expressive and her features were delicate yet strong, with a grace that seemed effortless.

She was a picture of elegance and strength combined.

But for me, the surprising part was when she picked up the knife and threatened me.

It was unexpected and it took me by surprise.

The fierceness in her eyes, the determination—I hadn't expected that, and I found myself admiring her courage.

Most people would have cowered in these type of situation, but not her.

There was a fire in her, a strength that I hadn't anticipated.

I liked it.

It showed that she wasn't just a pretty face; she had a fire within her, a strength that matched her beauty.

I like this quality and deeply admire it in people when they stand up for themselves and their loved ones, willing to do everything to protect them.

It demonstrates their loyalty, shows their strength and determination, because most people might cower and prioritize themselves, but she didn't. She didn't put herself first; she stood up for both herself and her friends.

I moved to the window of my room and looked out at the night sky, still thinking about her.

I had encountered many people, but none like her.

Honestly, she was like a challenge, and I am someone who loves challenges. The way she looked at me, the way she spoke, every little detail about her seemed to etch itself into my memory.

I could still see her eyes, blazing with anger and resolve, as she held the knife.

She had left an impression on me, one that I know wouldn't fade easily.

I know the way I handled the situation wasn't right. It made her and her friends feel like they were in real danger.

But as I've said, this is who I am and that is how I handle things. When I step into the field to settle a score, I don't care who is in front of me.

There's a darker side of me that I often keep hidden from everyone.

You can call me a Bastard but I enjoyed the fear in her eyes.