Saved by my nightmare (A Nigerian Story)

CHAPTER 25

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I've updated like 5 times in the span of two weeks now. My brain is buzzing....literally. I can practically hear the buzzing sound....maybe it's the fly buzzing by me though.
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DISCLAIMER!!!!
There's a bit of a heated moment somewhere within this chapter.

In the religion of Islam, their actions aren't permitted, and frankly, is frowned upon.

But for the sake of writing this story in a way that would correlate with real life situations, I put it there.

If you decide to act upon it, hehe, it's your choice. I'm free from the blame.

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Lagos, Nigeria
2012.

And he hated her for it....

And he loved her for it.

A hazy breath escaped Maliya as she twisted to look at Rayyan.

Her breath got caught in her throat the moment she did so.

The swirls of emotions in his eyes pinned her in place, stripping her of the tough facade she had begun to put up.

Intense eyes stared into hers, their depths freezing her in place as she stood there, eyes dilated, lips parted, heart beating voraciously.

Rayyan fought to keep control of his emotions, his hands tightening against Maliya's wrists as he did so.

He'd thought he could resist the madness that threatened to envelope him, but at that moment, he wasn't sure about that.

Losing the battle to his instinct, all logic fled him and he found himself crumbling on the inside.

"Rayyan" the breathy whisper of his voice had his eyes, which he hadn't even noticed were shut, snapping open.

The image he was seeing right now....

Maliya,.....her hazel eyes stripping him bare of his strength, bringing that familiar weakness to his being.

Her lips rounded, drawing in soft puffs of air, her hands trying to pry his off.

A feral need overtook him at that moment.

She didn't want him.

"You're doing it again" he spoke, his tone low and harsh.

Maliya could only stare stunned at the complete transformation of the man before her.

Moments before, she had seen hesitance flash through his eyes.

The same eyes that were looking at her with urgency now, flickering across her face with some kind of need for reassurance.

He seemed to find what he'd been looking for because his shoulders lost their rigidity, slumping in resignation as he draggged his gaze away from her face to somewhere behind her.

"What am i doing?" She whispered questioningly, watching as Rayyan's eyes finally came to settle on hers as a smile settled across his face, a pained one.

But it didn't bring her warmth, no....

This.

What he was doing, the behaviours he was exhibiting..., it only brought her fear.

She'd been made to fear the unexpected. And Rayyan was as unexpected as they came.

Rayyan remained unmoving, providing her with nothing. His eyes remained fixated on hers, which only amplified her fear.