"You can control your destiny, but not your fate. It can change anyone's life in just a few seconds. Accept the things to which fate binds you and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart."
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༻༺❁༻༺ CHAPTER TWo UNEXPECTED
Author pov:- ♡
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She was lifted off the ground, her back pressed against his chest, his warmth sending chills down her spine. His deep, husky voice brushed against her ear, "Did you really think you could get away? When I was here." and intentionally touch his covered lips on her ear. When she felt his touch on her, a shiver ran through her spine. He pressed her more into his chest.
Her hyphephobia started working (don't like or hate physical touches). She starts sweating, and anxiety begins to build inside her. She doesn't let anyone touch her apart from her mom and Rhea. She absolutely trusts them and feels safe and comfortable by their touch.
He turned her towards him and looked at her face with his dark eyes. After more than a decade, he craves to see someone face. He was staring at her, but she was looking down and closed her eyes tightly. He can feel her shivering, smooth body in his arm. He smirked under his mask. His nostrils fill up with her fragrance.
Fvck.
Her rose scent.
He placed his two fingers under her chin and made her look up; she didn't open her eyes but could feel his green, dark eyes roaming on her face. He title left side and look at her with more concentration. He said demandingly, "Open your eyes."
She doesn't open. He again said, this time loudly, "I said open your eyes." He doesn't appreciate people who defy him.
Her heart pound rapidly hearing him. She flutters her eyes and slowly opens them. Her honey brown, moist red eyes meet with his green forest. They're gaze-locked; they lost in it.
He was glaring at every inch of her face-her forehead, nose, brows, big eyes, cheeks, and chin-not the last but her puffy, light red lips. He counted how many moles were on her face-one near her lips, the second on her cheeks, and the last little upper corner of her eye-a few acne spots on her beautiful face, which makes her face more beautiful.
He again locked his eyes with her. At the moment tears came out of her eyes, she said between her sobs, in an almost unaudible voice, "Leave me!" Her lips trembling fearfully; more tears roll down to her cheeks.
He felt proud and satisfied with himself, seeing her reaction-so petrified she was, shivering and trembling beneath him. That's what he's with everyone when he's around them. And every time they satisfied him.
He felt satisfied; nevertheless, her tears were creating uneasiness inside him. Which is doing something with his mind or perhaps with his heart. He heard her angelic voice barely audible, but not to him. He slowly loosens his grip on her waist and takes a few steps back. and keep a safe distance between them.
