Bold but Innocent
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"Don't you dare to come near me!" She boldly stood infront of him.
"What if I do?" He seethed and took small steps towards her. Seeing him coming towards, her fears captured her and she took steps backward till her back touched the wall.
Caging her between the wall and his arms, he looked in her eyes with anger.
"A-mmar don't." She pushed him hard. He stumbled back. But as she took a step to run he hold her waist tightly and then pinned her arms against the wall.
Her breaths got ragged and both of their hearts were stammering against their ribcage.
"You need a punishment." He whispered near her ear making her shiver at their proximity.
In the mingling of their breaths as he came near her, he saw a tear escaping from her eye and her breaths becoming heavy and hold becoming tight on his shirt and suddenly she fainted in his arms.
In his whole life it was the first time he saw fear in her eyes and after knowing the reason he regretted his actions.
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Izzah Khan, a bold and outspoken girl who had never listened to other people and their opinions never mattered to her. But then her secrets came out which she never wanted anyone to know.
Ammar Javed, a hardworking and calm person who was the CEO of Javed's construction company.It's hard to make him angry. But he was the most possessive person about his loved ones. And no one dared to mess with him because if you get at his bad side then no one can stop your destruction.
I suck at story description so give it a try.
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Get ready to know Izzah's secrets and boldness and also Ammar's calmness!
Can childhood hatred be transferred into love?
Can Ammar change Izzah's disrespectful behaviour towards him?
Can he handle her fears and hold her hand forever?
To know their journey of hate and love, join me!
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