•Dichotomy•
|"A division or contrast between two things that are or are represented as being opposed or entirely different."|
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How many silhouettes can one trap in oneself? How many faces can a mask hide...
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Now that they were so close, she took some time to observe his condition.
Her face flushed dangerously crimson on seeing him in his devilishly charming avatar. He was dressed just in his plain white, crisp dress shirt. And black dress trousers with black Oxfords.
And even in such simplicity, he looked regal. His hard chest that refracted from the whiteness of the shirt, as the fabric stretched with his broad shoulders. The way his arm-cuffs were folded upto his elbows, tightly tracing through his stiff, just right muscular arms. His lean yet lithe physique now more readily visible to her blessed eyes.
His luscious, black hair was messily strewn on his forehead, like a fluffy ball of silk. Unlike the usual style where they were neatly coiffed sidewards with only a few strands falling over his forehead. Unlike the usual calm demeanor, this new one entailed more villainous demeanor.
His burning black eyes intensely burning her brown ones without even blinking. They felt as if they were trying to hypnotize her into their beauty, and suck them into the black holes.
Her eyelids fluttered. And lips pursed to not let out a sound she felt come from her thought. Her chest burnt inside as the Greek god enamored her mind crazy and fueled the lust crazed fire exploding inside her.
Usually the man was always dressed in three piece formals or suits that appeared to sophisticated. Although his godly musculature was still visible from those expensive linens, this, was on another level. His blazer was neatly folded on the couch.
Right now, his body was so plainly visible just under a single layer of white shirt. Her breathing paced more when she imagined what might be hiding under all that fabric. And she could already feel her thighs warm up and itch.
Oh! How hard she had tried to resist this deliciously handsome devil. And how miserably everything crumbled in failure just with one glance at his messily hot appearance.
How was she supposed to even utter a word when he has her dazed without even trying? She had gone insane.
Fuck!
"Who dared to hit you?"
A mixture of surprise, euphoria and dread rushed straight to her nether regions.
And shamefully, that knee - buckling baritone voice of his had her wanting to kneel for him.
But she decided to deal with the latter first.
"I - I -"
She looks down shawl she clutched, her eyes fidgeting everywhere trying to search for words like a 5 year old.
She heard him exhale a heavy, pulsating breathe. Afraid to irritate him more, she just kept vigil but quiet. It was too late to abort now.
"Say the name."
What? No! She cannot say the name. It was something personal she couldn't let a stranger intrude upon.
