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Enamor

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Parts 9
Time 1h 51m

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Four men made a special promise to each other, linked by a magical amulet said to have great power. This amulet is at the heart of their bond and is believed to be able to change their destinies. The title of that promise is "the Sanguine pact".



Haider emerged from the shadows, as he got even closer to her, his tall frame cloaked in darkness. His eyes, once filled with warmth, now held a storm of conflicting emotions. Saadia's breath hitched as she recognized the man who had haunted her dreams-the man who had confessed his love to her, his voice trembling with raw intensity.
"Saadia," he murmured, his voice a velvet caress. "I never wanted it to come to this."
She took a step back, her anklets jingling like distant bells. 
What is he going to do?
"You will have to marry me" His gaze bore into hers,
She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. "I was promised to another. You knew this, how dare you enter my house, leave, RIGHT NOW" she yelled.
He closed the distance between them, that she create moments ago, his fingers brushing against the edge of her veil. "And yet, when I confessed my love, you didn't turn me away. Your eyes-they betrayed you, Saadia. They held the same fire that burned within me."
Her heart raced. "I don't understand."

 Before she could apprehend Haider had already seized her wrist, pulling her out of the room toward the stairs. His strength surprised her; he carried her on his shoulders as if she weighed nothing. Saadia's pleas fell on deaf ears. She had fought, clawing at his grip, hitting his back but he was unyielding. The world outside blurred as he carried her away from her home, away from Edan, away from everything she held dear.

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Started on 10th-april-2023All Rights Reserved

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