𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞

four

Just listen to some calming song, like the one you know makes you feel at home
The one who heals your broken soul and gives you strength like no other. Or the song you may listen to when you fall in love or a crush on someone. Believe me just listen to some songs, it makes the chapter ten times better.

The words are the lyrics, the voices make melodies out of it.
~ by me

Alireza

Her brown eyes were glistening with tears, a deep sensation prickled in my heart, a need to destroy the person behind the reason of her tears. The rain drops falling down from her face to her neck then to her body seemed to do wonders. I held her steady, as she gasped in pain.

I held her near, as if my body would lose its control from our distance, she was shivering from the wetness, her clothes were completely sticked to her body, her eyes looked in mine, and for me this was the beginning of some kind of game, that life is going to pull me into. Her charm is undeniable, even in her messed up state she looked the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Her brown skin shining like diamond in the moonlight, her long lustrous thick black locks are like ropes that would keep tied to her. Her small nose, her plumpy pink lips, her flushed cheeks, her trembling body all seems to do something to me, but for the most her eyes has some sort of magic, they hold the power, the captivity, the magnificence that would just pull me right towards her.

I sat in the car once I was done with those fuckers, how dare they utter rubbish about her, she asked if I handed them to police. I chuckled at her innocence, she is pure. I would do anything, but hand them over to police. They had messed with the wrong person, now they are gonna witness the hell before death.

I dropped her to her home, she asked me to come inside. I swear her gaze is definitely alluring. I changed into her father's clothes, and went outside as I heard my phone ringing. She stood away from the phone but by her face I am sure she must have checked the caller id. I checked the Phone, oh it was from darling. So she is bothered by the caller name. Her lips were pouted sadly, her gaze kept on the floor. I think her house flooring is more attractive than me, that's why she continues to look at it.

Darling was crying so I decided to leave to meet her. She held my wrist and suddenly jolt of emotions ran through me. She is doing something to me, not something explicit but still it feels something so erotic yet pure.

She offered me the food, our hands intertwined as she introduced herself.

Amara Bakshi, the reason I am going to gain my sanity and then again become insane.

I need to know everything about her, she felt upset on my departure, a glint of jealousy. Oh My Queen don't worry I am all yours to claim, to own and I belong to you from the moment your brown eyes got connected to my grey ones.

I took the food and left.

"Find everything about Amara Bakshi," I asked my assistant and my good friend Karl Bougget. He is good at his work. And in an hour, I had everything about her.

Name: Amara Bakshi

Age: 24

Profession: Teacher, Writer

Parents: Ram Bakshi and Vinita Bakshi

Sibling: Sister Sirisha Bakshi

Citizenship: India

Address: Block 23

Work Place: Saint Mary Elementary School

Oh wait, this is the place Sophie goes to school, and also Russo bought the school to ensure Darling's safety.