♡I want all of you.
Your body, your heart, your soul♡
Previously known as "Deewangi"
She was a 20-year-old practicing muslima who deeply values her faith and the teachings of Islam. She lives with her father, whom she holds a special bond wi...
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As I step into the tree house, Iam immediately transported into a sanctuary of her photos. Every wall, every corner of this tree house is covered with images of her - laughing, dancing, talking, praying, crying, and even eating ice cream.
The photos capture her beauty in every form, freezing her infectious laughter and carefree spirit in time. It is as if the tree house itself wants to hold onto every memory of her, refusing to let go. And who can blame it? She is a sight to behold, her beauty enough to make any one fall in love with her in an instant.
I, too, was smitten the moment I laid my eyes on her in the park six years ago. She was with her friends, playing running around without a care in the world. Her long brown hair swayed in the wind, adding to her ethereal aura. She wasn't wearing a hijab back then, and the way her hair flowed freely only added to her charm.
She was dressed in a white Salwar kameez, the fabric hugging her perfect curves in all the right places. A dupatta draped around her neck completed the picture of an angel in white. And as she stood there, eating her ice cream, I couldn't help but feel like a predator fixated on its prey.
Little did she know I was already making plans to make her mine. I couldn't let such beauty slip through my fingers. I promised myself in that park six years ago that I would have her, and this week, I will make good on that promise.
As I glance around the tree house, filled with her images, I feel a surge of possessiveness rise within me. She belongs to me, and no one else. I will do whatever it takes to make her see that.
In the coming days, I will shower her with affection and gifts, making her fall head over heels in love with me. And once she is mine, we will create our own memories, ones that will adorn the walls of this tree house.
And she will be my perfect little doll, my prized possession, my obsession. The world will see her as a beautiful girl, but only I will know the depths of her true beauty. And I will do every thing in my power to keep her by my side, forever.
As I walk over to the image, Iam mesmerized by my stunning girl in front of me. She is dressed in a vibrant red chikankari frock and plazo, holding a red rose in her hand. Her pose towards the camera is confident and alluring, with a beautiful smile revealing a mesmerizing dimple on her right cheek.
Her hair left open, cascading down her shoulders in soft brown waves. It was her last image that I have before she turned a hijabi. After wearing hijab she became even more beautiful. I have never seen someone with such radiance and noor. Her skin is flawless, without a single mark or blemish, making her beauty truly captivating.
I walk closer to the image, tracing my fingers through her long hair and admiring her plump pink lips. My gaze lingers on her lips as I lean in and give a gentle peck to it.
"My beautiful girl, I'm coming for you. Just wait for your beast", I whisper giving a last kiss to the image before stepping out of the tree house and locking the door.
