Fire Cracker

I picked up my lehnga, sprinting down the hollow corridor as fast as my legs could take me. My bangles clanked together, filling up the hallway with a soft jingle.

"Sunnah, don't make me come down there."

I could feel his dark presence behind me.

"FUCK YOU," I screamed as loud as my voice box would allow me.

I reached the bottom of the corridor, a black door with golden swirls cascading down it, waiting for me at the depths of it. I reached out my manicured hand and tried turning the doorknob.

My heart sunk. It was locked.

I turned around to see his dark, tall figure standing with his arms crossed, as if waiting for me to accept my defeat. His chestnut eyes captivated me, and I halted in my spot as if in a trance.

I choked on my breath as his words played back in my mind.

"Wherever you go I will fucking find you and I don't care if I have to bring you back screaming. Don't fucking underestimate my desire for you because I would go to the depths of hell to drag you out."

Well fuck him because he's got another thing coming.

I don't go down without a fight.

-------------‐-----------------------

She's fiesty.

He's flirty.

She's angry.

He finds it amusing.

What happens when two opposites attract into a world of there own?