His Shooting Star

His breathe fanned in my neck and goosebumps erupted in my skin.

He holded me so tightly like he would lose me.A sudden feeling of home hitted my heart.I found myself leaning into his touch,feeling the warmth of his body.

"Anaya..." My name rolled out of his tongue like a melody.

"Hmm.." I hummed feeling the beating of his stone heart.

"I don't like him near you.I don't like anyone near you"he said with his possessive attitude.

I don't know what to say.My mouth went dry and and I looked up at him.Again I found it difficult to believe he is mine.

"Am I interrupting something?" Another voice boomed and we broke away from each other.

"What are you doing here ?" He asked clearly irritated.

"Just let you know the Sheikhs are here and I don't think they got our point " He simply stated.

"He will or this filthy sister of his will pay for his deed" he pointed at me with disgust.

"What's she even wearing ?"his friend asked.
"A rug what else?" He laughed along with him.

I felt mortified
But I couldn't reply knowing this Mafia Leader held my heart.
Of course Allah will help me.
Just like always

Cover credits @AyeshaSaleem9