Stolen Hearts (A muslim stalker romance)
9 parti In corso 🏅#5 in stalker
🏅#4 in kidnap
**A TEN SHOT**
A smirk formed on her face. "You think 'I' will marry 'you'? Not even in your freaking dreams." She pointed her index finger towards his chest. Unexpectedly, he pulled her closer, their faces inches apart. A strong smell, mixture of oud, wood and cigarette emanating from him.
"Fine. Then I'll have to finish up whatever stops you from being mine," he said, his eyes menacing. He released her arm and turned to leave.
"WAIT," she moved infront of him, blocking his path. "What are you going to do?" Fear was evident in her eyes.
He leaned in closer. "Kill him" He spoke as if it was totally usual for him to kill someone. Knowing how he was in mafia, Parishey knew he'd do it. It felt like her bones had been shattered. The pain was almost physical.
"N-no, you can't. P-please... please don't."
"Then marry me."
"Try to understand, I c-can't just-"
"Then I can't just let him live either. The choice is yours. So?"
Parishey remained silent, her mind racing. "DECIDE," he commanded.
"But.. But...Forceful marriage is invalid," she argued, finding a point of resistance.
A wry smirk crossed his face. "I'm not forcing you. I've given you a choice. Now decide."
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