JAAN E ARSALAN , written by zainnyyy1234

JAAN E ARSALAN , written by zainnyyy1234

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A-rsalan b-bhai aap? I felt my hands shivering as I violently squeezed the door knob with my eyes opened wide in absolute fear gazing into the once emotionless eyes now filled with only one emotion which is "RAGE" .... His intense gaze boring holes into the deepest corner of my soul, his sharp jaw clenched , his hands fisted together and his golden brown perfectly gelled hair ruffled and dishevelled... WHO WAS THAT SON OF A BITCH?.. he roared at me in his deep thundering voice making me flinch and before I could even comprehend his words I suddenly stumbled and before I knew it I found the door knob closed with a earth shattering " THUD" And in the next moment I found myself pinned against my bedroom wall with his body pressed firmly against mine and his warm breath caressing my face ..... My heart threatened to jump out of my rib cage as I foolishly gazed down at his feet as if they were the most fascinating thing in the world whilst trying to avoid his deep brown orbs.... I shivered badly as I heard him groan in fury before harshly punching the rock hard wall beside me whilst tightening his hold around my waist with his other hand ... I suddenly looked up as a lone tear escaped my eyes .... " WHY WAS HE BEHAVING LIKE THAT WITH ME"... he swiftly lifted his injured hand which was slightly bleeding and I saw a flicker of hurt, anger, and softness in his eyes as he gently wiped my tear off before holding my chin up to look straight into his blazing orbs.... " who was the guy with you at university today" he whisper yelled at me in adark furious voice I looked up at him in confusion , just then I figured out who he was talking about..... IS THAT WHAT HE CAME TO ASK ME AT 2 AM?.... I felt my my own anger rise as I couldn't believe it he had no right to ask me this , he came in my room in the middle of the night when everyone had dozed off to sleep just to ask me this question , what does he think of myself , he's my cousin not my father ......
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