The Peephole

I felt my abdomen harden as she stood there far way, gnawing on her lower lip. I knew then and there that she has to be mine. Her big doe like eyes, pink petal like lips and her tall and dark sultry body. She is mine. But there is one problem, she doesn’t want it.

Zayn Malik. He is your typical bad boy. Cigrettes, leather jackets, bikes and money.
Nandita Das Sengupta. She is a transfer student from India. Dark yet cheery, tempting yet hateful, sarcastic yet honest.
What happens when they cross paths?
“You have to be mine, Bambi. Whether you want it or not.”
“We’ll see, Fuckboy.”
“You won’t call me fuckboy, when you’ll be there, at my door, dripping wet and begging me to fuck you.”
“We’ll see who begs whom, Malik. We’ll see.”

Warning: If you’re uncomfortable with explicit language, sexual content, self harm or violence, this is NOT the book for you.