When anger meets ego? A war...or...tension?
"You should know about me, Arnav", I said. Oh, I hate it. I hate how vulnerable, broken my voice sounds, right now. Fuck it. This is not me. What has the beast done to me?
"God," he groans, his head fallen back, as he smiles towards the dark, void night sky. Dear mother of god, those stupid dimples. I swear, I hate them-
"I love when you tell my name, Nur," he whispers. His deep low voice, so soft like a caress of silk.
I blink. Once. Twice. God, did this man accidentally had a glass of vodka?
"Arnav, listen, you should know-", I was cut off, not by a finger on my lips, but by strong hand snaking around my waist, and then, my chest on his, flush in flush.
"I know who you are, Shivinika. You are Mrs. Singhania. Mine. My queen."
Help, my lips found his.
An autistic girl sheltered her whole life gets a taste of danger once she meets a thug named Santiago Perez.
Santiago "Ghost" Perez set his eyes on Zari one time and has never left her alone since
"Checkin' your location, I'm wishin' I was close to you
I left my heart on the West End, I can't wait to get home to you"